Subway Screws Us Again

Blah. February has really got me by the balls. I don't feel like doing anything. I get home from work, put on my pajamas, and crawl into bed. If I have enough energy, I'll flip on the electric blanket first. If not, I'll beg B. I'm a real stellar roommate/girlfriend if you haven't figured it out by now.

I was really looking forward to Feb-u-any. $5 footlongs? Anything and everything?! I arrive at Subway bright and early on February 1st only to find that SOME subs are $5. Oh, hell no. Haven't you tricked us enough already, Subway? First, we find your subs aren't really footlongs. Now you want us to pay full price for those phony sammies? 

It's enough to make a girl not want to get up in the morning. These are some of the things helping me through the dregs of winter.


These two books come highly recommended. From me. Consider this your recommendation. Also, someone named Oprah recommended The Twelve Tribes of Hattie if that means anything to you.


More specifically, Samoas and chocolate chips. I can't stop eating them. Subway's loss is the Girl Scout's gain. Suck on that Feb-u-good-for-nothing.


Aren't the Samoas you're eating mine?
Brigid said…
Irrelevant, I think...