...and the only alcohol they serve comes in the form of wipes.
Lunch was pressed rat on Winter Vegetables. Winter cause they had to thaw them out first?
Dinner was shoe leather on IMPs (Industrial, aka instant, Mashed Potatoes) with gravy.
Now one of my weirdness’ is that I like IMPs if you do them up right.
Have liked em ever since I was a kid. drool
Mrs. Garage Bander being a closet gourmet chef, won’t allow them in the house, so I gotta sneak ‘em when I can. This place has ruined IMPs for me.
But the service is great! Just push a button and they bring you whatever.
Might go home tomorrow if I don’t develop a severe reaction to what they feed me..
So nothing life threatening, no ER, just a planned visit. Had to get a little work done in an area South of my nose, North of my knees.
Dr. made a joke about a transplant that would probably get me in trouble here. Damn near made me blush!
Mrs. GB asked if he could also do a grumpectomy. “Sorry, that’s a different specialty.”
Breakfast will be some kind of egg scramble thing, can’t hardly wait.
They said as long as I could keep my food down, I could go home sooner. Sounds like some kind of racket if you ask me.
Anyway, you’re all gonna have to put up with me a while longer. Consider yourself as having been served notice. Unless I eat the paper that notice is printed on, first.
TNC with a side of carrots looking pretty good right now.
Lunch was pressed rat on Winter Vegetables. Winter cause they had to thaw them out first?
Dinner was shoe leather on IMPs (Industrial, aka instant, Mashed Potatoes) with gravy.
Now one of my weirdness’ is that I like IMPs if you do them up right.
Have liked em ever since I was a kid. drool
Mrs. Garage Bander being a closet gourmet chef, won’t allow them in the house, so I gotta sneak ‘em when I can. This place has ruined IMPs for me.
But the service is great! Just push a button and they bring you whatever.
Might go home tomorrow if I don’t develop a severe reaction to what they feed me..
So nothing life threatening, no ER, just a planned visit. Had to get a little work done in an area South of my nose, North of my knees.
Dr. made a joke about a transplant that would probably get me in trouble here. Damn near made me blush!
Mrs. GB asked if he could also do a grumpectomy. “Sorry, that’s a different specialty.”
Breakfast will be some kind of egg scramble thing, can’t hardly wait.
They said as long as I could keep my food down, I could go home sooner. Sounds like some kind of racket if you ask me.
Anyway, you’re all gonna have to put up with me a while longer. Consider yourself as having been served notice. Unless I eat the paper that notice is printed on, first.
TNC with a side of carrots looking pretty good right now.
