Who Cut the Cheese?
I love French Onion Soup. The golden broth, the caramelized onions, the low-fat crouton smothered in low-fat cheese and broiled ever so slightly; my mouth waters just thinking about it. So, I ask you Oh Wise Internet, why does something so delicious have to produce gas so rank?*
Inquiring minds want to know.
Inquiring minds also want to know why I am typing this entry surrounded by jungle animals, AKA: Webkinz. Do my children not know how to put their toys away?
That was a rhetorical question, by the way; I know my children know how to put their toys away. They just don’t.
Plus, if someone had found the time in his busy schedule to actually install our new computer I wouldn’t be sitting here surrounded by a dog, a monkey, a tree frog and an elephant; they would be clustered around the children’s computer clear across the room.
I’m just sayin’.
*Um, you know the gas to which I am referring emanates from other members of my family and not from my pure-as-the-driven-snow digestive tract, right? Just so we’re clear.