Boy am I incensed.

Yesterday after the squad meeting, I was still hungry because I only had a single portion of fajitas at El Sombrero. So I went to the fridge in 405 and cooked up a bag of Tyson Frozen Chicken breasts. Two five-pound bags of Chicken breasts for the price of one at food lion. . . mmmmmmmmmmmmm. but I digress.

So after I cooked my second dinner, I decided that a delicious compliemnt to the meal would be a nice shake or two or my trusty can of Old bay Spice. But I couldnt find it. Was it where I left it on the table when I used it last time last month? no. Was it at my usual backup space on the floor? No. On the bookshelf? NO! I finnally looked in my storage cubby. NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then it came to my attention that somebody, I wont name who it was as their name is a name that I shall never utter again as he or she is now my mortal eneny, threw away my can of old bay spice. I mean come on. You can do or say anything to me, but if you mess with my spices. . .


Its personal. . .

ramos