After the company

I don’t understand how people can eat so much food and yet our refrigerator is stuffed with leftovers. There is a little container with one more helping of sausage gravy, another of turkey meat, two pancakes, three partially eaten hot dogs that should have gone into the eggs on Friday morning, Italian beef that has been heated over so many times it looks like dog-food, the veggies that came off the divided plate for the tacos in a bag, enough potato salad for a week if Bernie and I eat it for breakfast, lunch, and supper, a cold cheeseburger and a partridge in a pear tree.

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