
Next I would hit a salad bar the size of an elephants a$$ and load my plate with all my favorite salad goodies. Fresh iceberg lettuce topped with tomatoes, onions, peas, shredded cheese, ham, bacon bits, croutons, and smothered with French dressing.

I rarely eat dessert, but given this is my last meal, I would have to indulge in a large ice cream sundae smothered with strawberries, nuts, and topped with whipped cream and a cherry. When everything had been eaten, the piece ala resistance would be presented…someone else to pay the bill!! Then with a belch loud enough to rattle the rafters I would bid the world adieu and promptly blow up like George Pig from my favorite childhood story, never to be seen or heard from again. In the end, you just got to love food!!! Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
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