keaton is on a two week business trip to europe.
in her absence last night, alix, my pseudo-step-daughter, cooked up some scrumptious crab cake sandwiches for me and the boys (i.e., ed, my nickname for her boyfriend, short for eating disorder, he eats everything in sight that hasn't touched an onion; and my son, who goes by "dr. no" because he answers "no" to questions like gangsters take the fifth—such is the state of my posse these days).
anyway, believe me, i'm not complaining.
alix has been doing a great job of using leftovers from a huge seafood festival party we hosted this past weekend.
but i'm starting to think the leftovers might be getting ... well ... not so lefty, just over.
i expressed this concern in not so many words to keaton's long distance inquiry as to how the crab cakes went, when i responded, well they were delectably affable going in but very crabby coming out.