Sandwich Sunday

Sundays are a big day for some families. Most specifically, for church. But for me, Sundays have a whole different meaning. You see, my dad plays the drums for church every other week-end. And every other Sunday, we have a tradition for when he arrives home. I will help carry on this tradition when I am married, no matter what our Sunday schedule entails. Now understand, these works of art my dad creates are made from only a pan, and a stove. And maybe a spatula. And all the other ingredients. But, that's not the point. Every other Sunday, is egg-sandwich day. Egg-sandwiches are great. I love them so much. If I had a dollar for how much I love egg-sandwiches, I'd have a dollar. They are great. Mine consist of bread, Miracle Whip, and an egg. Lemme tell you, it would be quite an honor if I were to invite someone to join us on egg-sandwich Sunday, because it's a blessing of the stomach. So, if I were you guys, I would start being a little nicer to me, so that one day, you might be invited to one of my special egg-sandwich Sundays. It'd be kinda like lunch with the president. Mmmm... Egg sandwich.