Pleading with Chewie not to thank me after…

Pleading with Chewie not to thank me after every meal by licking my face, and leaving it smelling like his dry food.

Me: What if a super hot model walks in the door, and wants to lick my face? What’ll she think if it smells of your food?

Partner (translating Chewie’s squirms): Why would you want a super model who doesn’t like the smell of a dog?

Me: No, she loves dogs, and will think I’m eating his food! He’s thin enough to convince anyone he’s starving, and my face smells of his food!

Partner, whom I constantly harass to let me increase Chewie’s food: *Bugger off both of you*

I’ll record this as a win.

Someone out there doesn’t want me to eat…

Someone out there doesn’t want me to eat healthy.

For lunch today:
Went to Subway – it had been burgled and was under renovation
Went to Waitrose’s Salad Bar – cleaned out except for potatoes and tomatoes
Went to Sandwich sections at Greggs & M&S – barely half a dozen variants available, none appealing.

Finally, gave up and picked up a Big Mac from McDonalds. Made it without cheese :|