I’m starving. Mr. W reminded me a few minutes ago that I’d left a container of my mom’s big bone stew in his fridge from the weekend. I started salivating. I love munching on big bones. My mom had saved that big pork bone for me, I haven’t had a good pork bone stew for a long time. She’d warned me to eat it alone in front of the TV or something, and never in front of someone whose opinion of me matters. However, what can I do about that now? I can’t run over to Mr. W’s house, grab the container, drive home, eat the bone, and still make it to jujitsu on time. Or, Mr. W proposed, I can just go over and skip jujitsu.

Arrrrrrgh. Big bone? Or jujitsu? Well, I can go to jujitsu anytime, but that bone will go to waste if it sits there in his fridge any longer. And yet I don’t want to gross him out. He already said the bone looks pretty gross in the container.

What to do, what to do? Big bone? Jujitsu?

Well, I am totally sore from yesterday’s abs during jujitsu, and I did a 32-minute hill run at lunch that almost killed me.

Big bone, here I come! (Oh, and seeing Mr. W is nice, too… =P …But I wouldn’t be going over if he could figure out a way to teleport that container of bone and broth to me.)