I need to confide something personal. Your Wook has an eating disorder.
For the past year, I thought it was just that I was pregnant and eating all the time that my love was packing on the pounds in an effort to keep up with me. Nope. He still eats like there might be a famine tomorrow.
Then I thought he was just addicted to Dunkin Donuts. He would drive all the way up to 9th and Girard (about 10-15 minutes out of his way) to get a fix without getting out the car. Then I started finding other fast food bags stuffed under the car seat.
But last Wednesday I made the diagnosis official. He made dinner - left over roast pork from Easter and asparagus (no other sides). Anyway, we each had a plate of food. I went into the kitchen to clean up and saw that there were still two small pieces. Now this pork was already 3 days old and it wasn't all that good the first time. I asked him if he wanted it and he didn't respond, so I looked over at the dog who was drooling all over the place and decided to give it to him.
Just then, The Wook walked into the kitchen, asked me what I had done and walked over and took the pieces of pork out the dog bowl. No kidding. The dog looked stunned and I lacked any expression at all.
Four days later, I still can't believe it. He said that he was starving and that Miles always keeps his bowl clean, but seriously the dude has a problem.
Happy weekends to you all.
Sincerely,
The Hammer
