So, the wife and kids are away to attend my nephew's graduation from West Point. All I have to do around here is to feed the various pets. I was invited over to my future daughter-in-law's parent's house for a nice lunch, then went over to the shooting range and shot some ammunition up. (Targets fear me!) Then back to the house - to feed the various livestock. Then it's time for me to have a bite to eat.
So, here I am a bachelor for the week. Time for a big ol' steak, right? Time to do all the manly stuff. All the caricatures! Wine, women (oh, yeah – that would get me kicked to the curb, never mind) and song. Manly meals! Steak! Potatoes!
How about a salad?
That's what I just had for dinner. It's very sad, really.
I want to call you a sissy, but I’ve done it myself. Then again, I never shared it with the world either.
Nah – I don’t think it’s a sissy thing. Just passing up a golden opportunity to completely clog an artery or two!