I am taking this opportunity to announce my plans to officially change my name to:
What’s For Dinner
Why you may ask?
This is because I have been asked this question so many times a new neural pathway has formed in my brain convincing me that this, in fact, must be my name.
The point I’m making is that a sure-fire way to get on my bad side is to ask me:
‘What’s for dinner?’
It isn’t that I’m opposed to the question in a general sense, but if that is the question you lead with 999 times out of a thousand, I’m not keen to respond in a pleasant manner. At least lead in with a ‘How was your day?’ or ‘Your yoga pants are particularly stylish today’.
Therefore, after a long night up with a dog with seemingly endless diarrhea (it all came out fine in the end), I explained to T.Puzzle over his after school snack I may have a short fuse as the evening progressed.
“So, I shouldn’t ask you what’s for dinner?”
And so he lived to see another day.