Background, I had a bad night at work mostly cause I’m in pain, lots and lots of pain, somewhere between screaming and just shoot me. Shooting from my back down the back of my left leg, not relieved by sitting in my previously comfortable position cause, well, I am sitting on it. And having made the decision to go home as opposed to the ER, what do I do?
Cut up prime rib and feed it to the kitties. Oh, they polished it off in nothing flat so I gave them pate next. They demolished that too. They’re not spoiled, not at all.
