This, my friends, has got to be BAAAAAAAAD news.

I mean REALLY bad.

Just look at it.

Go on, look.



When I return to my doctor later this month, I am sure that the weight gain that shows up on my lil' chart will be courtesy of that delicious sammich.

It's from Panera Bread.

Sigh.

It's the Tuna Salad on Whole Grain.

Now, ya'll, I didn't take a picture of the one that I had earlier today. That picture is from the Interweb. BUT! I will tell you that the deliciousness that awaits you if you go to a Panera and order one of these babies, is ENDLESS.

Except when you finish your last bite.

I blame all of this obsession on my friend with whom I teach.

SHE had to have a student teacher.

TODAY had to be the student teacher's last day.

And, to make matters worse, we HAD to celebrate a job well done for the student teacher.

NOW I am going to be forced to return to Panera's in order to get this sammich.

Ugliness is going to ensue, I guarantee ya'll.

I did, however, alter one teeninsey thing with Panera's deliciousness between two slices of bread.

THIS...



THAT, my friends, can only add to the enjoyment that you will experience when you eat such a wondrous thing.

Just so ya'll know, I had to take a few extra packets of the Tabasco to keep in my desk at work.

Jacob demanded it.

And what type of mother would I be to deny a poor, defenseless infant what he so rightly deserves?

That's EXACTLY what I thought, too.