keaton is returning tomorrow—the queen vegan of veganista.
and i had a belly full of steak tonight in a joint birthday celebration with my carnivore son.
kobe no less.
and let there be no mistake, it was scrump, diddly, and umptious!
regrettably though, i'm double dead meat when the queen of green finds out.
but since i am dead meat anyway as the result of manstake 41-2009 (i.e., stabbing her beloved, dormant clematis vine to death in an apparent case of mistaken identity, thought it was poison ivy), i figured i might just as well be stuffed to the gunnels (if i only knew what gunnels were) with the best beef a son's money can buy, pretty much making this a self-fully-filled prophesy—so to speak.