Don’t Eat THAT!!!
The Professor came out of our kitchen looking rather glum a couple nights ago. One might even say, “downtrodden,” were one living in the 1800’s.
Astute wife that I am, I asked, “What?”
“Droppings,” he answered in typical guy minimalistic verbiage.
“Droppings?” I replied, concern rising. Droppings could mean any of a number of things,