For the past month, I’ve wanted a pretzel dog. The first two weeks, I was being morally supportive and wouldn’t permit myself one. The third week, I was in the right place on the wrong day. Sure, I could have ventured back on the proper day however I didn’t want one THAT much. Last week I was in the area on the right day but had no money.
Sad, isn’t it that a hotdog should require so much effort?
Today, payday, I splurged and went out of my way when I headed home. I stopped at the Reading Farmers’ Market and snagged myself the much coveted pretzel dog. Amazingly, it was as good as I wanted it to be.
It’s the little things in life…
Sad, isn’t it that a hotdog should require so much effort?
Today, payday, I splurged and went out of my way when I headed home. I stopped at the Reading Farmers’ Market and snagged myself the much coveted pretzel dog. Amazingly, it was as good as I wanted it to be.
It’s the little things in life…
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