...is prowling about its cage like a beast, looking for something or someone to tear a new asshole out of.
I been busy, and have felt bad (arthritis) and I have been neglecting my typing lessons. I cry your pardon.
Nat had a wonderful birthday, and the baked mac & cheese I supped upon clogged the upstairs toilet this morning during recycling. I'm a brick layer. I had felt bloated, so I chugged some apple juice, natural, with pulp, and gave birth ten minutes later. You know those blue frozen chunks that fall from the sky? Those are mine. Even now, some scientist is chipping away at one of my assteroids, thinking it extraterrestrial.
So, we're having a spiral ham for Thanksgiving. And the best parts of the turkey, packaged neatly. Much easier to cook, and faster, too. I whined for a coconut cream pie and got it, as well as an apple pie, and the wife is determined to make a few pumpkin pies.
I may only eat pie. And maybe a ham sandwich. And my sister's awesome stuffing. I could eat stuffing all by itself.
It took all day today to unclog my loaf from the commode.
Have I mentioned how tired I am after 50 years of 'traditional' meals? I'm hoping for pizza for Christmas. It's what Jesus would eat. Like a big communion wafer, with olives and deli meat. Though I don't imagine that Christ takes Communion. Communion just has to be symbolic, or one Sunday a month would be a real bitch for Jesus..."Body of Christ..." OW! Sonafabitch!
God has to have a sense of humor. After all...
...He made me.