Well, live and let live, I say, but it's been giving Blog Mom ideas. Do you know what happened just yesterday. Well, she went to the grocery store and brought back bags. The unwritten rule here is that when she does that, there should be something for me in at least one of the bags. I was innocently rummaging through, trying to help out by pointing out which bag she should look in first, when she took out a bag of carrots and offered me one! I was gobsmacked, I tell you! I was so shocked that I almost turned down the snausages that she'd also bought. I think that Blog Mom is getting me confused with one of these:
The fact of the matter is that I think of myself more like this:
I am a predator. I give chase and bring down my prey, be it roast chicken or ravioli. I am a carnivore. Also a cheesevore. Not a vegevore, Moms!