I came home and he said, "Boy, I could eat a little bit, I'm hungry." I noticed a plate by his chair with hot dog stuff - you know, ketchup, relish, and hot dog grease on it. I asked, "What did you eat?"
"Oh, I just had a little hot dog."
"Which means you are not hungry." (This, after I put the bacon on). "Why are you making me cook something if you just ate? Furthermore, those hot dogs were for lunch tomorrow. I guess no lunch for you tomorrow."
He had a coronary. I'm not too happy, because he is totally going overboard between the cereal, hot dog (loaded) and bacon and eggs. He's supposed to be on a diet per doctor's orders.
I don't have anything for him to do on my "honey do" list... Hmmmm, I guess I'll have to create one so he can use up all of those extra calories. Let's see - there is a 10-foot tall, 15-foot wide pile of what they call "top soil" up here in TN. It is full of sticks and roots and whatever the hell else was in the way when the guy cleared the land. I guess he can go sort through it by hand so that I can use the dirt part of the pile to make a garden. That'll knock some of those calories, off, ya think?
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| This is the pile of dirt. I took this picture from about 100 feet away, so yep, it's pretty big. |
