one potato, two potato, three potato...

So the FATman comes home early yesterday due to the storms driving him out of the fields. He was starving and I am not accustomed to feeding him supper at the mid afternoon hour of 3:15pm.

You would never know that each morning I send this man off for the day with 4 sandwiches (2 meat, cheese and veggie wraps and 2 peanut butter and whatever else is handy sandwiches on whole or cracked wheat bread) 125gm (about 4 oz) of chips and at least three pieces of fruit. FATman comes in and hits the lunch meat, then grabs the peanut butter, honey and bread makes several sandwiches. That not being enough to fill him, he microwaves a package of hot dogs eating 9/12 on bread with the trimmings. The jokes that he does not need dinner fell upon deaf ears so a couple of hours later I made him 2 half pound burgers with cheese, tomato, onion, lettuce, mayo and catsup (and yes I fed him first as the Forman only holds 2 super burgs) 2 baked potatoes with chives and sour cream.................................................

My point and I DO have one, IS the man that complains when we don't have sour cream suddenly complains that he only likes his baked potatoes with butter and salt. So I repossessed potato #2 and gave him one of mine with just butter and salt which he didn't eat either..... So there MUST be a bottom to the PIT SOMEWHERE...

GOD FORBID he just be full....

Oh and BTW the two thin slices onions on the half pound hamburgers made him sick... because he sure DIDN'T EAT TOO MUCH! Well whatever... he slept it off. It's "funny" how his clothes keep shrinking *eye roll* even being washed in cold water and being hung to dry...