Tales from the UC

Grace Before Meat

Or in this case, Grace before eggs.

Meet Wendy. Last night I received a text from her that went something like this:

"Did you get your damn deviled eggs yet?"  My response, a sad and hungry "No".

Next thing I know, She is delivering an entire plate full of them. They looked more
delicious than my picture,  (refer to craving post below) And the taste was ambrosial.  

I don't believe I deserve a friend like her.