While eating my frozen crap lunch just now, I broke my plastic fork in half. That makes me so mad when that happens. It makes me feel like I’m some sort of ravenous fiend who can’t slow down enough to enjoy her frozen crap lunch in a calm, reasonable manner. Now, I’m reduced to holding the top of my plastic fork like a little shovel, and scooping the frozen crap into my mouth carefully and with a great amount of balance and skill. I guess breaking my fork was a good way to slow my hungry-ass down.
What time is the next feeding?
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i know what you mean, keep one of them man-tool-all-in-one-things in your purse for just such moments!!