Sometimes I really hate being the boss. I hate it when the minions ask me stupid questions. They have the same access to all of the knowledge that I have, and still manage to NOT find the answers they seek. Why? Because I know all the answers, so when I’m there, I’m the crutch. I’m the crutch, and they’re all gimpy in the noodle. That’s the PC description. I know this because I have all the answers.
I decided to start dieting again this week, mostly because I feel like an oinker (another PC term), and I feel like I could eat a horse right now. Or a cow. Any red meat will do, really. Anyway, the lack of fried lard in my daily intake of nourishment has left me a bit grumpy. And a LOT hungry. That’s probably why the cat is avoiding me. That fat-arsed feline could feed me for a week. Seriously.
And now I’ve completely lost my train of thought and cannot for the life of me remember where I was going with this whole post.
I think I’ll fill the food dish and catch me some dinner. Sweet & sour Flufflebutt. I’ll post the recipe later.