I just bought an egg salad sandwich from 7-eleven for lunch. There was nothing heavenly about that sandwich. Egg salad will be coming out of me in some form or fashion within the next hour.
Egg Salad was a bad choice.
I got the great idea to shave my arms. Not sure why I decided this should be a new part of my grooming regimen, but ce la' vie I shaved the arm hair right off to go along with the rest of my hairless body. My arms feel like they are covered in hay needles and now I'm cold. I miss my fur.
Shaving my arms was a bad choice.
I told my husband that if the Texas Rangers made it to the World Series, he should get tickets regardless of cost. They hadn't made it in 39 years thus I assumed this year wouldn't be any different. Don't get me wrong, I root for the Rangers, but my heart belongs to the Astros. Needless to say, the Rangers are going to the World Series. Bye, Bye, new Frye boots and groceries for the month--Hello, World Series Tickets.
Doubting the Rangers was a bad choice.
Now, I must cut this short. My first poor choice is rearing its ugly head-- no pun intended.