And On This Day, There Would Be No Soup

It was hearty potato bacon, made especially for me by the baker at work.

What goes down better on a cold, snowy day than a hot bath and soup?  Today it was neither.  Bath was drawn, soup was heated and soup landed in the bath and added insult to injury by making itself unsalvageable when it performed a spot on impersonation of vomit. It's a bitter, caustic and cold world today.

The End

4 comments:

Angie said...

I believe this qualifies as Dante's fifth circle of Hell. I would have went straight to bed after this.

Heidi said...

OMG!! I want some of that!!

A-Gran said...

This is unspeakably cruel.

Meissa2112 said...

Awwww!

 

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