fat thinking

that is where my mind has been, that is what my mind is doing, that is what is killing me... and the moment i sit down to type here comes curious to rub for attention... she is pushing her limits and jumping up in spots that force her to try to step across the keyboard and she gets quite huffy when i block her path and she jumps down acting like she didn't mean to hop up on the couch (if cats don't have egos they sure do act like they do) and nonchalantly strolls away, but offers a wonderfully effective distraction from whatever this entry was going to be about, ya know?... cha... badaboom babdabah... chiga chiga chiga chee...

what i mean is, i just ate a whole pack of $1 franks, that's a package of eight hot dogs that cost $1... can't be much meat or anything healthy in that, no doubt... and beans... had a very extremely rare craving for franks and beans... been a few years, i think (the blog might tell if you want to search)... and with two 100 calorie sandwich thins (cuz ate least i can cut back a bit on bread calories?... stop looking at me as if i am not making any sense, there is a method to my madness, surely there is... and no need to call out surely, or old puns, for that matter... just move along, nothing to see here...

except the fat thinking, calling that out for sure...

narf...