[Please don't go searching for previous reasons. I made up the number.]
Yesterday, Pete schlepped from his current gig in San Francisco to my one and only Rubio's. A long and arduous journey when you're walking. In the cold. In the wind. In the rain. Look at where he walked:
Why? So I could have this for breakfast:
And this for lunch:
Do you know something? I didn't really quit work to stay home with the kids. I quit work because I was an addict. A Rubio's addict. I kid you not. [I kid you so. Not the part about being a Rubio's addict. The part about quitting because of that.]
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