Swimsuit season is here, and unfortunately for my body, I have completely lost all self-control. Summer is around the corner, but so is Panda Express. There is nothing I love more than to binge on some greasy Chinese. When I am deathly hungover, it is the only cure. I always order orange chicken and lo mein, and receive a muffin top. The other day I nearly had a conniption! I got home with my Panda potluck, put on Handmaid's Tale (when I indulge I need the whole ambiance: so good TV is a must... and if you haven't watched Handmaid's Tale... You better start now! "Under his eye") I set up my feast only to realize they didn't give me any soy sauce! This isn't the first time they tried to ruin my life. I learned early-on they don't give the soy sauce unless asked for. When I ask, they only give me one packet...ONE! I have to wonder, are these soy sauces coming out of their salary? If not, are they part of some sick masochist-cult who get-off on ridding people of this salty goodness?! -Or maybe they are just hoarding for their personal stash...and if that's the case, maybe I should think about changing my career path! ❤️ Panda!
