The last few weeks I have been way too busy to sit for lunch. Have barely set foot in the Lunch Encounter, let alone put bum to swiveling counter stool and relaxed with a BLT.
Sent a request to my assistant for some, well, assistance.
Me:
If you could help me out, I will try to keep my head from exploding:)
Her:
Ya, that would be messy.
Me:
My all time fave Enquirer headline:
Cheating Wife’s Head Explodes
She Burst in Her Lover’s Arms
Now, that writer should have received a Pulitzer.
Her:
I wonder if she had the Chicken Caesar before she blew.
A few years ago the Enquirer’s headline was:
Sadam Hates Hummus
I burst out laughing at the checkout.
Me:
All I really need to know I learned in the checkout line.
Hummus sandwich at the Which Wich.
File under “This is Why You Need a Stylist”. Not to be snarky. Forgive me.
The Lunch Encounter 