Who’s your daddy?

On a day like today, when nothing seems to be going right and all I want to do is lay on the sofa in my jams and watch something Kardashian (save me from myself!), I need to say “Screw the January resolution to skip fast food” and head to Zip’s.

Yes I was eating in the car. Yes, that tartar on the dash is a surefire sign that there’s a bag of half-devoured crinkle-cuts on the passenger seat. Yes, I was still in my jammie pants. And, yes, on a day like today, Papa Joe’s my daddy.