Um, yeah. I’m Polish.
To make a very long and sleep deprived story short, Lindz and I spend the last day and a half in and out of the ER helping a friend because she broke her hip. Don’t worry, she is fine. Got some pins and a rod installed and on the road to recovery. Anyway, didn’t really have a chance or the energy to make anything resembling a meal today or even the desire to go out and get food. So Lindz ended up finishing off the leftover pizza in the fridge and I just operated on auto-pilot which apparently meant sausages and a quick homemade coleslaw.

Seriously, the only way this could possibly be more of a Polish stereotype is if I had a glass of Vodka with it.
Once again, I blame my upbringing.
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