... Jake called around 6:30 PM Friday and asked what I was having for dinner. I hated to admit it to him (and hate to admit it to you, lol!) but since I couldn't think of anything I wanted, I was settling for corn chips and salsa. He said he'd had to work overtime and was just now leaving. He and Carla had decided on Kentucky Fried Chicken, and did I want some?
Well, duh!?!
So they brought over a bunch of chicken with a bunch of sides (mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese, macaroni salad and, of course, biscuits). We ate. We talked. They left. And the best part was...
I got all the leftovers!
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