I ate Jon's Brutal Dog. →[More:]
For breakfast. Spicy sausage with even spicier chili, cheese, and bacon (I forgot the sauerkraut). I couldn't resist. And I'm paying for it now. Ugggggh.... /hand on belly.
In my defense, it was his second one, in addition to two double chili cheeseburgers, crab cakes, and mac & cheese bites I brought him from our beloved Merritt Canteen in Bridgeport, CT, Wednesday, when I went to visit my mom.
Jon's due home soon. I'm worried. Last night he didn't even want to give me a bite. It may be grounds for divorce. Or homicide. :(