Hamburger, cheeseburger, chili, steak, meatloaf, and hamburger helper. Ten o’clock at night, I continued to repeat my delicious resplendent mantra, which proved the sole remaining argument for another tour of the neighborhood. Twenty-minutes ago, Shannon had bounded downstairs just as I decided to pop some Final Fantasy into the Xbox.
“Need any help?” I asked, believing his excitement to be physics related.
“Yeah, the cows got out again. Get dressed.” Continue reading