Chicken and Ribs

Aren’t they delicious? We just had some a little while ago, ordered from The Sparerib King or something. I had the wings and they were good, the ribs have dry seasoning on them though, what the hell is that about? I want them dripping BBQ sauce down my friggin ARMS!

The only disgusting thing about them though, is the smacky sucky noises my husband makes when we’re done. He can’t brush his teeth because then it will make his Fanta taste yucky, but he can’t just leave the meat there till the Fanta is gone either. So I have to sit through the mouth squelching noises. Lovely..

Last night after work he went to visit his boss, showing him an offer he got from another company and giving him the chance to match it. I was pretty skeptical about it as his boss isn’t well known for being eager to part with cash, but he surprised me (the boss, I mean). He not only matched it but rounded it up giving Xander a few more euros per month than the other offer. In total it comes to about 6000 euros per year more, which is great! I’m so happy for him, I know he really wanted his boss to meet it rather than turning him down. This shows that his boss really does appreciate him, as well he should!

I wonder if it’s strange that I’m so used to my dog licking my feet that I hardly noticed that he’s doing it right now. He is the lickiest dog I’ve ever seen and if you have bare skin showing he’ll lick it until you say “NO LICKIES!”.

At the moment we’re watching Crime Night on Discovery Channel. Xander told me a few minutes ago that if he ever decided to kill me by beating me with a blunt object, he’d make sure I wore a shower cap so I didn’t splatter blood on the wall. How very clever of him.. like they wouldn’t find miniscule pieces of plastic stuck in my skull, trace the kind of plastic back to this particular brand of shower cap and then locate the store in our local mall where it was sold, getting the number of his pin card from the reciept they have on file. After which they’d promptly arrest him and send him to prison for life. I mean, duh. I wonder what the scientist working on the case would think about why the majority of my feet, arms, legs, hands and cheeks are coated with dog saliva.