Because, really, when the appointed moment for the Rapture has passed, and you look around and find that you're still here, and must face the fact that you are not among The Elect, what else can you do but make a cheese sandwich?
Diane makes pretty good, non-exotic quesadillas. Thanks to this post, we've already got them scheduled for lunch on October 22nd.
Instead of calling that day "Post-Rapture Day," we should call it "International Cheese Sandwich Day." That might lighten the embarrassment for poor Harold Camping.
What a great idea! In fact, an International Cheese Sandwich Day, following every failed apocalypse, would be the best tradition ever. Failed apocalypses seem to crop up fairly often!
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I hope you checked for faces before you ate it.
You might have been offered a second chance.
May I just say, that looks like a really ripping grilled cheese sandwich.
The perfect accompaniment to your Ezekiel Flax Flakes.
I'm with Ronnie - that sandwich looks amazing! Glad you weren't raptured; I'd miss your blog. :-)
Oh no. I didn't even think to check for blessed apparitions on my toast before i ate the sandwich!
It was good. Nothing exotic, cheddar on lightly margarine-ed whole grain bread, but awfully good! Back to life, and blogging, until the next rapture!
Diane makes pretty good, non-exotic quesadillas. Thanks to this post, we've already got them scheduled for lunch on October 22nd.
Instead of calling that day "Post-Rapture Day," we should call it "International Cheese Sandwich Day." That might lighten the embarrassment for poor Harold Camping.
What a great idea! In fact, an International Cheese Sandwich Day, following every failed apocalypse, would be the best tradition ever. Failed apocalypses seem to crop up fairly often!
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