I was sitting in my cubical today thinking about what I was going to have for lunch; when Denny-man came out of the kitchen-ette area with a familiar aroma flowing from his plate. I knew right then and there what I wanted for dinner tonight, and I was going to do whatever I had to to get it!

T-bone had a heaping plate of left over General Tso’s Chicken. Oooohhh did it smell wonderful. It made my microwave potpie seem like the slop from most orphanage based movies.

So I immediately picked up my cell phone and text messaged my lovely wife with 3 simple words. “Chinese for dinner!”

As I type this entry I am basically licking the plate clean as if I were a dog who had not been fed in days, with the intention of filling it up at least once more!

Thanks for reading…

- Joby