Yesterday as I picked up my lunch, I was almost home when my sack slipped off to the floor. I picked up the upside mess and saw a garlic cheese biscuit had rolled to the carpet. I picked it up to feed the birds this morning. Turns out the are English and not Italian. (who like garlic.) I do too. They picked at it and one or too actually ate a crumb or two. But they refused to eat anymore. I guess they did not want "garlic breath"? I think the small garlic cheese things are good.
That does it for today. Go find your own fun.
BETTY (just looking too.) BOOP
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