Dog Food

I went to buy dog food the other day. I paid $45 for a 37 pound bag that should last my dog about a month. My first thought was "$45? Really? For that dumb dog? Is she really worth it?" Well, she is, or at least Andrea thinks she is, so I bought it. Then it occurred to me that dogs really only eat one thing. Well, they're supposed to eat only one thing. Turns out if you have a toddler and a dog you never really know who ate what - out of either bowl.

But dogs could live off of only eating that one kind of food. How awesome is that? Where can I get something like that? I think I'll make that my dream for the day: to someday have to only eat one thing, and that one thing will give me all the nourishment I need for that day. Think about it - you'd never have to cook meals or spend gobs of money eating out. As long as it wasn't government funded or run, you could live a long healthy life on just that one food. (If it was government funded, well, it's best not to think about that.) It would be like in The Matrix when all they ate was that gruel - I want that gruel! I want dog food. I don't even care how it would taste. As long as you don't gag when smelling it, I could get used to just about anything. (Joke about Andrea's cooking deleted for marital bliss to continue).

Who do I talk to about this? Is there some sort of petition I can start?

Now, you may think I'm crazy, and if you've read this blog long enough, you know it to be true. But when you struggle with food allergies, and there are times when everything you eat seems to make you sick, you start to think of stuff like this. Sure I get that people like the taste of food, and you like dinner parties and having family over for Thanksgiving and blah blah blah - spare me. If they came up with a food that gave us everything we needed, is it really a stretch to think we wouldn't live to be 120? 150?

Sightseeing

Sight seen on my way to work this week:

This guy pulls out of McDonald's and stops at a red light. He rolls down the window and drops out his straw wrapper. Just right there, on the ground, for someone else to pick up. What the hell? I thought littering was something people did when they thought no one else was looking. You know, like picking your nose. Not this guy. He had no problem with it. And I know there are way worse things than throwing your straw wrapper on the ground, but something just made me want to pull that guy out of his car and shove that straw wrapper so far down his throat that digesting it would be unnecessary. Is that wrong? Well, I've heard jail isn't that cool, so I didn't do it, but it sure would have made me feel better.