I have a question: Do chickens and roosters get their groove on? I only ask this because in all of my life – I have never seen chickens and roosters fuck. I know the chickens lay eggs and within those eggs are baby chickens (or roosters) if that egg has been fertilized, but how does...
We live in an apartment complex, which means that the insurance company that umbrellas us here frown on the use of grills so close to the building. And while I’m not fond of grilling to begin with, Tim loves his meat. He’d eat meatballs with Rice Krispies if I didn’t give...
I don’t feed Tim spicy foods. He doesn’t like it. Nothing with mayonnaise, cheese, or mustard either. He just won’t eat it. In fact, one day I plan on taking a picture of the face he makes when I tell him I’m making a peanut butter, mayo, and pickle sandwich. ...
I didn’t think much about dinner when I was growing up. I got to the table at a certain time and there was food. I didn’t consider it magic or hard work. It just was. Little did I know there was a lot of preparation to get that food on that table. My father...
Sunday nights are the nights I try to cook something new for Tim. We eat the normal fare during the week – chicken, potatoes, fish, rice, pizza, lasagna – but on Sunday nights I try to make it something he’s never eaten before. This Sunday I hit a home run. Tim kept...
I cook dinner almost every night for the House O’ Chuck. The reason I don’t do it EVERY night is because Tim and the wolves have to eat the leftovers before I can make more grub. Those are the rules. And since we haven’t eaten in a restaurant, and haven’t consumed...
I slept better than I have in a quite a while. I had the bed all to myself, of course. Tim hasn’t slept with me since the last big fight. And that was okay. I didn’t have to endure his constant conversations to only those he could see in his twisted dreams. I didn’t have […]
