I gave up on work. Am too dumb. Emailed the boss and told him so.
Stumbled into the kitchen. Dumb and hungry. Made a sandwich. Had a revelation.
SANDWICH MOJO DOES NOT DEPEND ON BRAINS!
Oh yeah, baby. That was a good sandwich. And I didn't need smarts to make it.
For the record, here's my sandwich. Slice of ham and slice of cheese toasted onto pita until all melty. Add really good sharp honey mustard, several slices of asian pear, and a handful of baby spinach. Fold like taco. Eat with delight.
Signed,
Dumb and Happy
Our dog would disagree. She loves meat, she loves cheese, and she really loves bread, but she doesn't have the brains to turn them into a sandwich.
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe she just lacks the thumbs. And the patience.