There's No Place Like Home

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This old gal…

Read the label on the quart container that husband of hers held up at the market…and like Dorothy and the twister…took a spinning trip…back to elementary school lunch…beef stew…

Old brick building…lunchroom in the basement…kind of dark…kind of creepy…kind of stinky…Wednesdays…were beef stew days…the worst lunch ever…in the eyes of little me...that plopped ladle…of canned mish mashed goop…those shriveled up pale peas…little me no matter how hungry…couldn’t…just couldn’t…go there…still can’t go there…ruined beef stew…for eternity…

Sensing some hesitation…my Mr. says…do you like beanie weenies…we could get a couple of cans of those…landed again…in Munchkin Land…beanie weenies…also served…on Wednesdays…opposite beef stew…beef stew…beanie weenies…beef stew…beanie weenies…the beans weens…equally as wicked…

If tomato soup popped up…as a third option…a random Wednesday fill in…ranking up with the other gaggies…then this old gal knew…she was in…some kind of nightmare…took courage to agree to the stew…didn’t have the heart to tell that hungry man no…the brain saying it contains all things this old gal likes…but if…the results aren’t pretty…there’s always frozen pizza…

Witch just so happened…to be…in the freezer…at home…

And this husband of mine…agrees…