I'm A Big Kid Now

Elections are done and Britney came to her senses. Let's move on.

Last night, after an incredibly insane day at work, I came home and what did I do? That's right. I made myself a home-cooked meal: porkchops, carrots, and wild rice. I was hoping for applesause too because I love dipping pieces of my porkchops in it but as to why I didn't have any... that's a nasty tale and one I will not share. I did figure something out though. Never again, not even when I need a box of Shake and Bake, will I go to the grocery store at 4:30. It is absolute pandemonium. But anyway, live and learn.

I was so proud of myself. Everything was fantastic. The porkchops were tender and actually juicy and I had to stop myself from eating all four because gluttony is something that's frowned upon. As I was cleaning up, I was looking at the tin foil the chops had been cooked on then looking down at the puppy, who day in and day out eats dry dog food.

I sighed. I pondered. I relented. I'm weak.

Baxter had his first real taste of people food last night. I gave him the tinfoil to lick up. He went crazy for it and I had to take it away before he ate the tinfoil followed by the floor. I hope I didn't make a gigantic mistake giving him human food last night. He was more of a brat afterwards. I hope this isn't the reaction he got from the porkchops. I wish I had taken some pictures of such a pivotal moment in Baxter's life but at the time, I was thinking about what I had done. Oh well. It's done and the dog now knows what porkchops taste like. This does not mean that he's now getting a piece of everything I eat. I'm definitely not doing that with him. I may have had a lapse in judgement last night but honestly, I don't make dinner that often.