• Posted on:April 26th, 2008
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• Category:My Every Day

Scott is sick and unhappy with that chest/throat/head/nose crap that’s going around.

I spent the morning grocery shopping and thoughtfully cooking breakfast, so that for once, every other week, The Kid could have something that didn’t come frozen, full of sugar and sodium, or out of a fast food container, since this is what he eats every moment he isn’t with us. I am not exaggerating.

I walked into the kitchen, and he was feeding the scrambled eggs I made for him TO HIS DOG, who is already overweight and unhealthy because of, SURPRISE, all of the table scraps she eats on a daily basis, paired with no exercise.

I hate days like this.