Of Spinach and Spockers

14,620 Days Alive

16 Ounces of Spinach Bought for Dinner Tomorrow

I freaked out a little this evening. Spock wouldn’t eat. He’s doing better now, but that was scary as hell. He eventually ate, it did take purritoing him with Brian’s help and giving him a pain pill.

Anyway, I am exhausted.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Stir Fried Rice and Sore Muscles

14,579 Days Alive

350+ Words Written for All of This Week’s Discussion Board Posts

25 Sour Skittles Eaten (1 Serving)

3 chicken Breasts, Pounded Thin and Cubed

I made what I call ‘white girl chicken stir fried rice’ for dinner tonight. Only Dustin and I partook; Mac got himself some Doordashed Arby’s for dinner. My feelings were a little bit hurt, but it wasn’t my money to spend, and it means, I suppose, Dustin has leftovers for lunch tomorrow?

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