CHEETOS in LIFE OF A D.O.M. WIDOWER LIVING ON THE NJ SHORE

strong text Saturday afternoon I washed and waxed the exterior of my car. Sunday afternoon I washed and Armor Alled the interior as well as washing the floor mats. Sunday afternoon I felt a little chilly and napped. When I awoke I finished off the remnants of Saturdays pizza and went to a night meeting. I think the combination of reheated pizza and the meeting refreshed my body. I just felt better. Yesterday work was fast and busy and before I knew it it was going home time. I made a hamburger with fried onions and it was greasy and delicious. The onions were fixated on my plate and kept up with an escape try back onto my plate. I speared them with a fork and slid them back onto the roll. They tasted just like my distant memory of a cheap diner offering that influenced me to almost make more but sanity prevailed. I have taken to bringing a new snack into the office, Cheetos Crunchy with real cheese. They resemble ugly multi-colored worms. They are so addictive and the red/orange coating gets all over my fingers no matter how I lick it off and it congeals into lumps and stains my paperwork and my jeans. It is so damn unhealthy that I cannot stop eating them. I guess that the Diet Pepsi I wash them down with makes it less poisonous for my stomach..