We were thinking there was an hour between physical therapy and occupational therapy, which means a break for chicken fingers at the commissary. (We call days with the hour break in between “chicken finger days.”)
But there was no break. No chicken fingers. 😔
@troublewithwords I can tell you are from the Midwest. Do you drink pop with your chicken fingers? 😆
@meg I still have some Midwest affectations despite being away for most of my life. But I was so happy to drop “pop” for “soda” when I moved to California. Never going back!
