Year 4, Day 52

Given Miles’s affinity for a certain song about heavily processed meats, I told him this weekend would bring with it a special Sunday breakfast. Much to Jaclyn’s chagrin, I prepared some Spam this morning.

I made OTHER things too. I wasn’t just going to leave Jaclyn in the lurch.

Miles recalled lyrics from the “Weird Al” song as he soaked in the majestic, scabby grandeur of his Spam.


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