The other morning I decided to concoct my famous omelet. I ransacked our fridge, and anything that looked savory went into it.
I insisted that my wife and daughter partake in the glorious meal.
They did reluctantly, and ended up rejecting my cooking by spitting it
out. Insulted, I started shoveling spoonfuls into my mouth. It was
terrible, but I couldn’t give in, so I finished eating the entire omelet
myself, remarking on how great it tasted.
That’s when my mom wandered into the kitchen and, when looking into
the refrigerator, said, “I want to feed Buddy. What happened to his
leftover dog food that I had in the cereal bowl covered with Saran
Wrap?”
-- Ron Nagasawa, Midweek, January 16, 2016
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