We were going down the road eating fast food, traveling from a tennis match to a volleyball game. The two venues were about 30 miles apart, so we were doing what grandparents and parents do in this part of the world – trying not to decide which kid would be most hurt by no one coming to cheer for them.
Honey Mustard
Almost all of my work shirts have a grease stain down the middle of the chest and stomach. Luckily, I seldom leave home so hardly anyone sees them,
Story of my life! And here I thought a short box of fried chicken would do the trick.