*According to the government and utility companies, anyway.
This was Henry’s dinner spread last night.
“Don’t take a picture of my food!” he pleaded in embarrassment.
My dinner was tuna on crackers (auto correct changed that to Tina, which would have made for a much more interesting blog post) and corn. Here in our Brookline shanty, we eat only marginally better than college students.
Sometimes, Henry will throw all kinds of stuff in a pot, call it soup, and expect me to eat it every day for a week. It’s a wonder how I’m still this fat when I’m essentially eating standard soup kitchen fare.
Holy shit, the Love Unlimited Orchestra’s “Love’s Theme” just came on. BRB have to disco.