Understanding Piggies

Today was a slow start again that lacked strong motivation off the hop but would build into a wonderful afternoon. I kept my run of eating in the morning alive with the usual fare. No hot chocolate dessert bath today though, I’m hoarding the last few cups of it for future deployment. Work was pretty bland today with many people on holiday and my computer barely functioning. I’m going to try a couple of other methods to try and access my files, currently I have no access at all to open anything to work on it. I’m not falling behind but this is time that I could be using to make sure I’m prepared for the coming months and not have to scramble wildly to get caught up later, which I’m nearly positive will be the case. It would be nice to extinguish my hair and slow to a walk rather than the alternative. Enjoy that visual, especially as it spreads down to my beard. You’re a sicko if you’re smiling. Anyways, speaking of pain, I stubbed my toe so hard a couple of days back that I screamed out in pain. Not an expletive, just a surprised yelp (as some would describe it…..to police). It was much louder than expected, as was the ripping pain. I applied pressure and babied it for the remainder of the day and because it was mostly the ring toe that was affected, it wasn’t a persistent issue to move about. Is it called the ring toe? What piggy is that, I think it’s the one who didn’t have roast beef. Would it be the no roast beef toe then? What a strange way to identify yourself. Imagine the piggies sitting around a recording studio (I assume they’d eventually form a band) and you are being introduced to them, “Hey, I’ve been to the market.” then, “How are ya, I stay home.” followed by, “Good to meet you, I’ve had roast beef.” leading to, “Sup, I didn’t have any roast beef.” and finally, “Welcome, I went wee, wee, wee, all the way home, make yourself at home.” But all of them are totally straight faced as if they are introducing themselves. You can imagine pigs if you want but I’m picturing giant anthromorphized human toes with no eyes but a mouth. This makes me LOL. The point is, the no beef toe kept hurting for a couple of days and now it’s starting to have some minor bruising. I don’t think it’s broken like Cheese’s toe or anything but it smarts if you bump it the right way. I cropped out the rest of the foot because people tell me I have disgusting feet. I’d accuse them of foot shaming, which seems pretty on the nose for 2020 but A) I’m not woke enough and B) they are disgusting. Somethings are still okay to say it like it is. Less by the day but we’re not here to talk about that.

Now that the photo has gotten you appetite up and running, let’s talk about the foot I devoured over the course of the day! I already described my breakfast to you, the usual, so we can move of to lunch which was a Tugboat creation to be sure. I took a big swath of the chicken balls that were left and I heated them up in the microwave. This really moistened up the terrible breading that I’ve described previously. I laid out some of the fancier wraps that Mother left me when they visited and applied some sliced cheese to them, next I put a mat of three cheese ranch then the moistened balls on top of that. I laid them down in two columns which made the wrapping much easier. That’s about it for lunch. I had four marshmallows for dessert, times are getting tough for sweets. I’m not quite at the point where I take two teaspoons of brown sugar straight to the gob but that day is approaching if my grocing strike continues. The other meal of note was supper. I had an event take place that slowed my life momentum to a stop and had to take a break from 5:30pm until 6:30pm and then I slipped over to Wendys to get a taco salad, that was dinner. Yes, I had a chocolate Frosty too, get off my back. I played one match of NHL20 but wasn’t feeling it, preferring to chat with old friends and watch YouTube until bedtime.