Tuesday, November 15, 2011

With great freedom comes almost no responsibility.

Since I traded away my dish doing for a few days, I've become pretty cavalier with my eating habits. Take today's dish tally for my dinner:

I had Samosas for dinner. I ate them with my hands. That is to say, I used my hands to put the Samosas in my mouth, not that my hands were also ingested with dinner. They were delicious. Again, the Samosas, not the hands.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad 2, the best sequel ever.


Syar said...


Always questions, with you Jon. Never answers.

Madelyn said...

Just wait until it's your turn again, I'm going to get real fast and loose with all the dishes . . . including the spoons.

cadiz12 said...

a good indian husband knows how to eat with his hands. like a man.