Once a week, we go to the only Popeye’s in town. I love their chicken. It’s similar to Jollibee’s fried chicken, only much more spicier. Today, I had their peach pie. It’s like Jollibee’s peach- mango pie, minus the mango.
Why does every other sentence I form includes the word “Jollibee”?
It’s getting old. I hate that almost everyday I say that I miss this, I miss that. Don’t get me wrong, I am very happy here. The desert is now my home. I am surrounded by wonderful people, and my husband takes care of me so well. Really, there’s nothing I want more (except for a JOB).