Sandwiches

I've always been one of those odd people who've eaten their sandwiches in pieces. I think a lot of it may be due to the trama of biting into one too many with mustard or mayo squishing out. Mom would never remember that I hate them. It's not as if you can really scrape it off without taking the sandwich apart and doing major surgery. I even avoided hamburgers for the longest time because if Mom didn't forget, the restaurant would.

So it's a little convenient, but I'm sitting here with a proper lunch of seven grain bread and ham slices... eaten separately, of course. Oh, and cheese... string cheese. This way, I can hopefully be not starving by 4 as usual.