My cats love me. Of course I am in the processes of eating a toasted tuna sandwich, so their devotion is suspect.
My friends and I gathered at a little sandwich place a few days ago. I ordered a toasted tuna sandwich. I am certain the mistake was mine. I mean, I was smiling when I ordered, so the be-boppy little waitress probably thought that such a sweet lady would want sweet pickle relish in her tuna.
Can you say, “Gag me?”
So, here I am at home eating a toasted tuna/onion/dill pickle sandwich because the grumpy sour puss who cooks here (me) knows just how I like them.
Yum. -> Oh look, I’m smiling again.