My brain has turned to oatmeal. And not the good kind of oatmeal, but the generic-store-brand-microwaveable kind.
I apologize for the sporadic postings of late, but Adrian is in the midst of rearranging his schedule. If he wasn't such a cutie, I'd probably be sitting in the corner like a lobotomy patient. As it is currently my ability to form sentences and get them out of my mouth intact is severely damaged.
How go with the thing in the square?
translation: How about you put that DVD in the player?
It's a wonder Aaron talks to me at all anymore.
Also, I was thinking that using a smaller plate as a means of portion control is probably not so effective when you refill the plate twice.
Ta ta for now,
Oatmeal for brains.