I'm looking forward to the time when I don't have to sit down to see what dried, crusty, or smushed food item might be in my seat.
It is kind of cute when Mark calls the dark brown loaf of bread from Outback Steakhouse, 'chocolate bread.' (Umm... not chocolate. It probably barely qualifies as 'wheat.')
Another day, another trail of crumbs.
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