A wish sandwich is the kind of a sandwich where you have twooooo slices of bread, and you wish you had some meat!
Bow bow bow.
When I was a kid, nearly every Friday night we had pizza from a local carryout for dinner. I played Rubber Biscuit on the jukebox every week when we went to get the pizza. I wonder if the owner hated me.
I'm sandwiched between my wish that we could get everything at work squared away (oh my lord, the stories...the problem child has become more pathetic while I've become less sympathetic every day, and waiting for the moon to move into the seventh house and for Jupiter to align with Mars so we can actually do something is surreal) and the wish that I could get my kitchen finished (we finally have the contractor coming back "after lunch on Wednesday;" interestingly, though my calls seemed to be going unanswered, when Victor called from work and mentioned in his message to call him back at The Law Firm, he was able to get a time. Well, such as "after lunch" is. Still, it's farther than I got in a week. I'm sure that is a coincidence.)
Posted by Nic at June 4, 2005 01:28 PM