It's About the Giving ....

 Reverend Mother and Preacher Tom had been out of town for nearly a week, celebrating their anniversary, and RM's birthday. Their drive back home yesterday brought them near the only White Castle in the Valley (thank goodness we have one) and they picked up some around the lunch hour. Unbeknownst to me, they had picked up some for me as well and surprised me early in the afternoon by dropping by and leaving me with a 'suitcase' of regulars. RM always talks about her love of giving, and she did some of that yesterday to me as well, knowing how much I love the taste of White Castle.

I did not want to spoil that spirit of giving RM brought on yesterday. So when the Youngest got home from school, I shared some of the WC sliders with him (I do believe he is developing a taste for them as well). The Wife had to work later into the evening, so I had a few more for my dinner, then the giving really began. I retired to the bedroom about 9'ish, and the beloved White Castles began to transform within my digestive system, building up massive amounts of very unpleasantly aromatic methane gas - which I often, loudly, and without warning shared with the Wife. She was not amused, nor happy with me.

Ah, but such is life. Sometimes you have to take some bad for some good.

I still have some left over today... guess what I will be having for lunch (and possible repeat performance)?

PeacE

Debating The Trip

 A few days ago, a good friend of sent me a text picture. It was a simple picture of a paper bag, from a local eatery, that I really like: White Castle. Seems he, or his girlfriend had made the trek 'across town' to the only one in the Phoenix area I know of, and brought it home for him. I also add, he was not a true friend, and offer some to me. Instead he selfishly ate it all (as I would have done as well). This morning's internal debate, is if I shall travel over yonder, and maybe pick up a couple cases (should last a couple days) for dinner tonight. I shall ponder it throughout the workday.

Speaking of it being a work day, allegedly, the Project was to end yesterday. However, on Tuesday, they moved me up to being a QC'er, to check on the work everyone was doing. Which is nice - a little more money per hour, plus, this level lasts on the Project longer. So I may be one this one for a possible additional week or more - at the higher pay level. It's nice they finally got me back in to doing the QC work.Though it is barelyam this morning, I may be logging in at 5am, just to get  the work day done, though, I feel I won't. I'll end up doing my social media, emails and whatnot and wait until 6 to start.

Flatulence. The Wife complains about mine frequently. I don't know if it happens to be necessarily because of the aromatic content, or the frequency, or the decibels of sound. I know that if I do make it to the East side, and pick up those wonderful, little sliders, she will be complaining. Our last trip to Indiana had me having some for breakfast (yummy!) and we were traveling north about 3 hours. She was not a happy camper. But then again, she doesn't work at home lik eI do, and would not be here to "enjoy" the next days results. Decisions, decisions.

PeacE