Hunger Button
No Lasagna.
No Muffins.
Thats it. I've had it. Messing with my emotions is one thing, messing with my dietary intake is another.
I knew that I must have a button. He's found it. Its big, red and causes tummy rumbling crankiness when pushed.
Consider my button pushed food-promising-but-not-delivering-watchmaker-type-person.
If I weren't emaciated due to the malnutrition caused by the lack of muffins and lasagne, I would kick his button-pushing butt.
*Crawls weakly towards pantry*
Time to kick some Sassville Watchmaker butt!