Where The Beef Is

I don’t have much time to write this, the wife has been stalking me for the past few days, trying to keep you guys from getting the truth. The truth is, I ordered the “Beef” from Chicago, and it arrived only twenty minutes ago. So, now I can do what she asked of me, make “real Chicago Italian Beef” in my kitchen. She thinks that if I tell you I spent money on getting the stuff shipped to my home, you all will think I am a fool. Anyone who knows me, knows that “I” think I am a fool, so does it really matter that you all think me one?

Anyway, I hear her coming down the hall, I have to go stash the beef in the fridge so that she won’t find it. Come Sunday, I will produce two pounds of heaven in the form of a sandwich, and the beauty is, she will think I made it myself.

By the way, I should mention that I am leaving the country next week, going to Nicaragua with World Vision, going to visit my Nicaraguan chillens, among other things. Pray I won’t need too much Imodium D - and that the new dictator doesn’t ask me who I voted for. Talk to you in about 10 days. Peace, Jeff