fine whine

Ever feel like a peg-legged pirate who has been knee-capped in the one good knee? I do.

You know, without a leg to stand on? Or as I would say, rather, without a leg on which to stand, in my stilted but more (pedantically) correct way. Me hearties.

Silliness aside, I'd like to tell you a story. Today I was at work later than usual. I had a couple errands to run and I also wanted to drop by the local model railroading store. Errands run, nobs hobbed, breezes shot and whatnot and I ended up getting home pretty late. I didn't eat dinner right away. Or for a while thereafter.

I got to be quite hungry before I did anything about it, and by that time it was dark. I didn't turn on the lights in the kitchen. I grabbed a quarter of the freshly baked pizza my wife had made hours before, and scarfed it down without much second thought. It was pretty good. The crust was by Pillsbury, the cheese from Kroger and the sauce by my mother-in-law.

Oops. I don't like her sauce. It has little chunks of peppers and other unsavory bits of things in it, and I ate it too quickly to even notice. I guess that's what I get for not chewing.

I had the lights on for the second piece, and scraped the sauce off. Still tasted good, and I was able to eat it without cringing. I realize that pickiness about food is all a mental thing, but I can't control my mind any better than anyone else. Just don't tell Jessica.