So, since Friday nights seem to be ‘collapse on the sofa and fall asleep before making a post’ nights, maybe I’ll just skip those.
Let me leave you with a playground story: young Billy (not his real name) was running around the playground, wielding a large piece of mulch as if it were a knife.
Me: It looks like you’re using that like a knife. (I am Zero Fun, remember?)
Billy: (in his slushy, squeaky voice) It’s for cutting pegs.
Me: Why do you want to do that?
Billy (exasperated): Because there’s meat in them.