"May Heaven grant you forgiveness, for you'll get none from us. Hangman, if you would?"

-----Boi-i-i-i-nnnnnnggggg-----

"Haw haw haw!!! You shoulda seen the look on your face! Actually, us too, what with the black hood and all. But I'll betcha it was funny!"

Huh... literal Gallows humor. Wasn't my plan, but what the hell, it's keeping my mind off the travesty they just served for lunch. Pot pies are called pot pies because they look like friggin' PIES, not because they look like someone made them while high on pot. Seriously, a dry, ice cream scoop sized, ball of some vegetables, and something that looks like... chicken? Tuna? The result of feeding a nice 2x4 into a wood chipper?...that's used as both the pastry part and the filling part.

Mmmmm... I love the smell of wood filler in the morning. But not, it must be said, when it's lunch. I'm starting to understand the people who say "I'd kill for a good slice of pizza"  AND MEAN IT. I've actually had dreams about swimming-pool sized deep dish pizza. Or simple mac and cheese that that tastes like it was at least in the vicinity of actual CHEESE at one point in its creation.

THINGS WONDERDUCK HAS SAID WHILE EATING THE MAC AND CHEESE HERE:

"Why did they use lasagna pasta?"

"Why does it have brown gravy?"

"Why is the cheese sauce spicier than the enchiladas we had yesterday?"

"What sins have I committed to deserve this punishment?"

"...where's the macaroni? What do you mean 'they substituted toast'???"

At least they haven't figured a way to ruin jello yet. I like the orange-colored better than the red-colored, and they're both better than every other color. Though I remember a black cherry jello that was really tasty growing up.

1 I want to believe (said Mulder) that they didn't actually substitute toast but... oof.

May you be capable of ingesting (and acquiring) proper nourishment, soon!

2 GD my old and trusted, pizza night here was last Saturday.  Even though it's a pale mockery of what should be accepted as "pizza", I like it well enough and look forward to the two slices I get (normal is one, but I know a guy...).
Before the trays of us room eaters were brought, the kitchen RAN OUT OF PIZZA. 
So instead, we got a grilled cheese sandwich.
I WISH toast-for-pasta was a joke. I really do. 

3 You're long past, I'm sure, the point of glaring skyward and muttering "Okay, we've all had our fun, we can all stop piling on now, yeah?"