Chico Buller
Washing Up
Today is the first day in over a week when the house has been quiet--just me and the bichons.
As some of you know, my wife hasn't been feeling the best, and to help out here, she invited my SIL and my niece to stay with us for a week.
Yeah, it was fun, I even got to shut the Disney Channel off for an hour to watch Stargate Atlantis.
I stayed close to home, but the girls dined out a great deal, and my refrigerator got stuffed with styrofoam boxes, Chinese containers, deli bags and "something brown."
The frig needed cleaning out, I don't like to throw good food away, and the bichons wouldn't touch the stuff. I got home from the gym, hungry enough to bite a skunk's butt through the slats in a park-bench and I found all of this so-called food.
For lunch I had regular pancakes, chocolate something pancakes, half of a liverwaurt sandwich (and from the "waurst" part of something's liver), a small tub of deli potato salad, Freedom Fries and a brownie. I'm saving half of a fried grouper-fish sandwich and the rest of the Freedom Fries for tonight if lividity and rigor haven't taken 'hold by then.
Honestly, the A/C is on, the biker is sitting quietly in front of a fan and things routinely get that "tequila twirl" if I spin around too fast. It's not indigestion, it's clearly a food hang-over.
But here's my question, while my fate is sealed here, do you guys ever like to just knosh on a whole bunch of 'found food' just for the thrill of something new?
Some of the best meals my wife and I have served are "Whirlpool Roulette" on a peaceful Friday night.
And so before I pass, let me add a word of warning. Hold the mayo. I think the stuff in the deli bag has turned...
As some of you know, my wife hasn't been feeling the best, and to help out here, she invited my SIL and my niece to stay with us for a week.
Yeah, it was fun, I even got to shut the Disney Channel off for an hour to watch Stargate Atlantis.
I stayed close to home, but the girls dined out a great deal, and my refrigerator got stuffed with styrofoam boxes, Chinese containers, deli bags and "something brown."
The frig needed cleaning out, I don't like to throw good food away, and the bichons wouldn't touch the stuff. I got home from the gym, hungry enough to bite a skunk's butt through the slats in a park-bench and I found all of this so-called food.
For lunch I had regular pancakes, chocolate something pancakes, half of a liverwaurt sandwich (and from the "waurst" part of something's liver), a small tub of deli potato salad, Freedom Fries and a brownie. I'm saving half of a fried grouper-fish sandwich and the rest of the Freedom Fries for tonight if lividity and rigor haven't taken 'hold by then.
Honestly, the A/C is on, the biker is sitting quietly in front of a fan and things routinely get that "tequila twirl" if I spin around too fast. It's not indigestion, it's clearly a food hang-over.
But here's my question, while my fate is sealed here, do you guys ever like to just knosh on a whole bunch of 'found food' just for the thrill of something new?
Some of the best meals my wife and I have served are "Whirlpool Roulette" on a peaceful Friday night.
And so before I pass, let me add a word of warning. Hold the mayo. I think the stuff in the deli bag has turned...