Today: (So Far.)
Coffee.
Pop Tarts.
Coffee.
Grapes.
Peanut Butter Sandwich.
Coffee.
Chili.
Coffee.
...and the Wife is making spaghetti for dinner. Throw another coffee on top of all that, and I think I'm looking at a bout of gastro-intestinal distress.
Pretty sure I'm bound by provincial and federal law to warn the Wife about the Chili, but I think I'll let her find out for herself. In the game of Marriage, you always have to keep your opponent on their toes - the only problem with my plan is that we don't have a dog, so I'll have to blame it on one of the kids.
It's going to be an interesting night.
Later.
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