Ahhhhh. I love the smell of steamed tofu and sprouts in the morning. Why do I have to look forward to tofu for my Sunday breakfast instead of bacon and eggs? Well, it seems that The Mrs. is mad at me because I did not "directly acknowledge her birthday" on Friday. She did not care that I had been too sick to get her a present, and she ignored that fact that Son and I signed the card Magi bought. So much for the peaceful, drama free, football filled Sunday I had hoped for today. I demand so little.
And John B tells me there are rumors that Gabe will make a big organizational announcement involving Lucifer tomorrow at work. I seriously need to consider getting a new job.
The good news? John B is teaching me how to type and use the computer so I can play Fantasy Football. Woo Woo.
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