Wednesday, a play in one act:
I have some leftover fried chicken and I thought "I'll make chicken and waffles!" But the waffle machine is on the top of the cupboards in the pantry, and I am only a smol boi, so I went and got my gay little stepstool for reaching stuff in the cabinets. I still can't reach it. Also it is dark and scary in the pantry (spiders?) so now I am eating Cheez-Its and waiting for The Domestic Partner to get home.