…they cook their own prey
Man, the smoke in the air was the worst yet today. I was outside a couple of times doing stuff and after 15 minutes or so, I had a sore throat and a headache. I can only imagine how this air is hammering people with respiratory trouble.
Just as an example of how goofy I can be, every night as I fix The Girls their hot dinner, I’ve taken to acting it out in the style of different Food Network chefs. Tonights chef was Mario Batale. Last night was Emeril, complete with a BAM!. Can Alton Brown or Paula Deen be far off? By the way, both hounds seem to enjoy my efforts…as long as dinner doesn’t take too long to get in their bowls.
Soon…like, after dinner, I need to find a good refrigerator pickle recipe. The cucumber vine is doing it’s best to win some sort of productivity prize.
An idea just struck me for an RPG in which the typical hack & slash Monty Haul dungeon world is taken to it’s logical conclusion. Which, unfortunately, I shall not be discussing here at this time. I do, however, look forward to y’all giving forth with wildass guesses about what I have in mind:)
Gotta go out and brave the crappy air, due to Daisy refusing to learn to use the toilet. More blogski later.