There was left over Christmas dinner. To be expected. Breaded chicken cutlets. I was just going to grab one and eat it. Like an animal who understands breading. My wife suggests a sandwich. Great idea one. 

Then she hands me some Frank’s Red Hot and a bottle of bleu cheese.

I couldn’t be happier. Our Christmas celebrations aren’t over until New Year’s Day and I’m counting this as a present. 

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