I made Mexican steak Friday night. My husband said I wasn’t thinking of him because I made the house stink. My eldest son said he would rather smell poop than M.S. My dad came and took some of it home so my sister could eat it. She climbed his eight foot fence to get into his house, since she’d forgotten her key. She even dug in the dirt trying to find the hidden key, but when she couldn’t, over she went.

My dad heard her in the kitchen and when she ran out to the car, he got out of bed, took the Mexican steak and put it in the bathroom. Then he went and got back in bed and put his CPAP mask on. She came looking for the food. He said she was almost crying when she thought the dog ate it.

Some of us like Mexican steak.