Sloth Delivery Service

It's a good thing that I'm a sloth that lives in the sticks.  If I wasn't lazy, I might be inclined to find a way to fulfill these late-night desires for things like Yellowfin rolls or bacon or whatever.  At 10 p.m. here in Cornfield, Illinois, I'm pretty much sloth-out-of-luck if I decide I want something that isn't currently in my kitchen - and let's face it -   four kids live here.  There's never anything in my kitchen.  (Okay, 3 out of 4 of those kids aren't even here this week as they are on vacation with their dad *snif snif*...but I've just used that as an excuse not to grocery shop).

Of course, even if I did have some of those things, there's all that effort involved with the unwrapping process.  You know, and the getting up.  There's that.

The only places in town that deliver are the two pizza places and the pharmacy.  I'll have some breadsticks with xanax dipping sauce, please.

It's probably better this way.  I can't imagine how often I'd cave if someone would deliver fresh sushi to my door.  Then again, I'm not sure I want some 16 year old kid lugging around my raw fish in the back of his Escort.

...off to drink some water.  It's close by.