The Short Game

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked.

My wife whipped her head around and glared at me. “I am going to kill you. Every day you come in here and ask that. Did you look to see what we have?”

“How ’bout we order Chinese food?”

Her eyes widened. “What about your sodium?”

I shrugged. “I’m not worried. My wife is going to kill me. I’m playing the short game.”

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  1. Sometimes, ya gotta let yourself eat the food. That came from a 91 yo cousin of mine, a few years back.

    Then you have to drink an extra gallon of water the next day to get past that danged sodium…

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