Treachery!   Thy name is woman!

[cough cough]

Hold on a sec whilst I get the dagger out of my back that Mrs. Fly lodged in there...

Can someone call 911?  I have a critical case of the "my wife betrayed me"-itis.

So after weeks of asking her, "so when are you going to start posting in my blog?" and her saying "not sure," and me saying "okay. whenever,"  I just found out she wrote a long blog post with a recipe in her friend's motherhood blog!!!  And then she has the nerve to ask me to proof-read it!  So I'm sitting there like, "Hellooooo!!!  I'm in the rooooom!   I have feelings ya know!  Have you no shred of decency, woman?!?"  This is the same friend who we're going to visit in Tampa in a few weeks.  This is going to make for some awkward times at the Vietnamese pho restaurant we like.  I'm going to to have to give Mrs. Fly and her friend the Larry David stare down.

WHAT'S FOR DINNER

Sometimes, Mrs. Fly doesn't feel like cooking so she'll make something and then freeze the left overs.  Stuff like this braised beef freezes reasonably well (altho not as good as when we first had it).  So all she had to do is defrost and reheat it and then serve it over pasta.  Quick and nutricious.

Leftovers - second hand food for a second hand guy.  Just a microcosm of my life.  Such a fitting end this post.

BTW, in case you were concerned, I'm just joking and not upset in the least - I'm basically angling for a heartfelt boudoir "apology."  ;-)