Oh, he's 22 and safely out of the nest. I'm guessing he no longer has to endure eggs, toast, oatmeal, bacon/sausage, fruit, and a small vat of OJ these days, unless he wants to.
So I overdid it, but I'm not really sorry about it. Despite my gorging him each morning like I was fattening him for the slaughter, he was (and remains) rail-thin. The kid has the metabolism of a fucking humming bird.
So I overdid it, but I'm not really sorry about it. Despite my gorging him each morning like I was fattening him for the slaughter, he was (and remains) rail-thin. The kid has the metabolism of a fucking humming bird.