I'm an idiot.
The boss is on vacation this week so I can't leave the shop. I didn't get to the store yesterday to pick up stuff for my lunch. The husband just called and asked if I wanted him to bring me something.
I said no.
I'm friggin' starving. I have a few of those icky snack bars in my desk, but...they're gross and I want a damned cheeseburger.
I hate being a burden to others so I never want anyone to go out of their way for me. Not even the husband.
Anything good in the DU Cafeteria today?
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And...you're evil. 
Pizza Hut and Papa John's. 
A friend of mine owns the best pizza place in town, but he's out of town this week. Otherwise, I could call him.
...that's just funny. I'm far from the "maiden in distress" type and the husband would do it only out of fear of what my mood would be like by the time I got home. 
When my ex used to get all hypoglycemic on me, I started looking for food immediately, no questions asked. 
Your ex would start to exhibit symptoms of hypoglycemia, and the first thing that you thought of was to find yourself something to eat???
No wonder why she's your ex.
You might be onto something there. 
Command your husband forthwith to appear posthaste with agreeable sustenance or he shall bear the full brunt of the Righteous Wrath of the Lady of the Household!
Better?
But that vaguely almost sounds potentially like a could-be threat.
Are we trying to end the Peloponnesian War? 
...if its subject was the withholding of cheeseburgers.
But don't worry...we'll always have SNL's 'Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger' sketch.
Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...
Thanks for the memory.
No normal person puts corn flakes on a damned chicken!!! Alerting, ignoring, blocking, and... 
You did all that and neglected to alert Skinner so he can ban chicken threads? Sheesh! What were you thinking?
Then it's OK.
You also can play around with the recipe, adding things you like--like chopped green chiles and/or bacon, cayenne pepper, etc.
Not a southerner, but spent a little time there in the Army. And recently re-discovered grits. It's a store-bought instant mix, but it's not bad--and also doctorable as above (and the same goes for Yorkshire Pudding, too). For grits I like adding bacon grease instead of butter, a little brown sugar, sometimes green chiles, and whatever else strikes my fancy at the time.
Southern purists may poo-poo my adaptations of their recipes, but I say, "Fuck the haters!"
