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It's Raining Meat(balls), Hallelujah!

Sinus medication is a wicked, wicked lover. Oh, he promises you relief from your aches, pains, runny nose, and congestion. And often, he delivers sweet, sweet relief.

But with a sick sense of side effects. Drowsiness, for one.

And no matter how sleepy I get, hunger trumps.

So it should come as no surprise that I took the easy way out of preparing this evening's meal and decided to use (gasp!) frozen meatballs.

And it should again come as no surprise when I inform you I was weak as water when it came time to open the bag of aforementioned frozen meatballs and that every. single. one of them went flying in every. single. direction when I finally got the bag open.

It sounded like a hail of bullets tore through my kitchen.
    Me: "I think this bag is childproofed or something."
    He: "Yeah. That's the problem."
    Me: "Then...SATAN MANUFACTURED THIS PACKAGE JUST TO TORMENT ME...KABLAM! POW! PING! OW! MY EYE!"
If I wake with any bruising, I'm suing a certain meatball manufacturer.

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