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Affairs of the Heart

Confession Time:

I am in love with someone else. I can’t live without him. I cheat on Hubby weekly. I am always having to go back for more. I am never satisfied. It is like an unquencheable, crazy, uncontrollable, love fest. I think I might be addicted. But, I can’t stop. I will do anything for him. ANY.THING.

I am undeniably, uncontrollably in love. IN LOVE.

With Jersey Mike’s.

I can’t stop thinking about it. I want it ALL.THE.TIME.

I just had it yesterday, and I already want it again…it is beckoning me and I cannot control the urge.


What do you think? Should I tell Hubby about my affairs of the heart?


Filed under Food, Weird Info about me

Point Systems


Hubby has been so mean while I have been sick. I mean, sure he went out to get the medicine and sick tea, only after I complained a million times. After all, HE is the one who got me sick in the first place! And of course, I get this bug WAY worse than he ever did!

So, last night, I kicked him out of my “sick nest” of a bed ( I mean come on, I had wads of snotty tissues under the covers with me, would YOU have wanted to share that with me?) and he was definately BITTER. I was going to try and go to work today, but after being awake for half the night with throbbing ears, and a hack that made Patches leave the bed, I figured it would probably be best if I kept my nasty germs to myself. So, this morning, when the alarm went off for Hubby, I dutifully dragged my snotty nose out of bed to go jostle Hubby in the other bed…. and what does he do? He begrudgingly goes to feed the pets and then tries to crawl into MY sick nest. When, I won’t let him in, he bangs on the bed several times and stomps out.

I know, right? HOW MEAN. I quickly fall back asleep to my Nyquill induced dreams of killing him. Yea, I was MAD and my dreams were good.

Then later he comes home at lunchtime, hands full of Jersey Mikes (my favorite sub place EVER) and it was then that I decided I might marry him all over again, despite our morning angst.

Me: You have just earned 20 points. You are on the good list again.

Hubby: Out of how many points? You know, Jersey Mike’s was totally out of my way, right?

Me: 50 total points. You better keep doing good things if you want to be on the good list again!


Filed under Love, marriage

Jersey Mike’s

So, I have a confession to make. While living in Connecticut, I discovered the most SUCCULENT, AMAZING, MOUTH WATERING, BEST sub place in America. Hard to believe, huh? Trust me, I don’t need to pinch you….it exists! And it was the one thing I thought I would miss most. But, lucky for me, the stars were aligned.

One of the biggest factors to consider when deciding to move out West was:  did Jersey Mike’s even exist out in the desert? If not, the decision to move would be harder than I thought! Luckily, I was told by the CT store that one was being built out West. Thankfully, I could now get my fix there too (yes, I am an addict, and yes I need help…do not judge me).

I continued to stalk and call (they already had a phone number listed on the website…but no one ever answered) the new building in the hopes that I could will it to be done that much faster, and luckily in no time it was the Grand Opening! As you can imagine, I was there on opening day, ready and waiting for my #7 sandwich, Mike’s Way of course! MMMMMM! So, my feeding frenzy continued to thrive and trust me, it is not pretty!

I cannot even explain my obsession with this place, if I do not have it at least once I week, I feel like my hunger cannot be quenched. Much to the hubby’s chagrin, I know where every store is out here and where new ones will pop up. I will probably cause us to go broke with my continual obsession with this sub shop, but he will have to get over it, or divorce me first. J

My advice to you is to go find one in your area and try it for yourself, if you don’t drop down in a dead faint from its wonderfulness, then I will be shocked! Trust me, once you have had the “Jersey Mike Experience” you will either feel the same way, or you can be entitled to your own wrong opinion, but know that you are wrong—very, very wrong!




Filed under Love