I hope you can hear it as the way I would talk to my sister, who I call Ho-Bag with all sincere affection ;)
When I was growing up my dad took us through BK's all the time and I remember always getting a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger and loving it. Which is weird because now? YUCK.
When we were in a small subletted apartment in Boston, with me overdue pregnant and the neighbors knocking on the door daily for kid-noise, it was pretty emabarassingly frequent, too. One of the best things about stopping at Dama's on the way back was a break from "road food". I got up in the morning and she had bluberry muffins on the counter! And bacon and eggs! And...apologies because it might not be what I wanted. That is Dama for you.
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When I was growing up my dad took us through BK's all the time and I remember always getting a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger and loving it. Which is weird because now? YUCK.
When we were in a small subletted apartment in Boston, with me overdue pregnant and the neighbors knocking on the door daily for kid-noise, it was pretty emabarassingly frequent, too. One of the best things about stopping at Dama's on the way back was a break from "road food". I got up in the morning and she had bluberry muffins on the counter! And bacon and eggs! And...apologies because it might not be what I wanted. That is Dama for you.