I’ve been feeling tired, grumpy and generally down, so not very good company…
*curls up in Maddy’s lap*
*purrs adorably*
Maybe you have what I have?
Actually, I’ve been teary for about ten minutes. My son went out to breakfast at my favorite restaurant and brought home a chicken fried steak/eggs/toast/hash browns/gravy breakfast. Just like I have LOVED for the past 30-odd years.
Yeah.. know how that goes.. I miss being able to have fatty foods. The other day someone got delivery to the hotel, and as the guy walks past:
Me: *sniffsniff* Oooh.. that’s an All-Meat Orgy, isn’t it?
Driver: *taken aback* You can tell by the SMELL?!
Me: What can I say, you guys use a particularly distinctive sausage, the pepperoni isn’t hard, and the canadian bacon smells like ham. That’s three right there. No scent of onions, so that isn’t any of the other combos that use those toppings.
Damn straight. That and the ability to nap just about damn near anywhere, make love loud enough to wake everyone on the glock, and an intimate knowledge of the local pizza place’s menu.
And that’s just the stuff I bother to put on the resume.