Dinner

Got home after a busy day of performing, opened up the door to enter a sweat box. The furnace was blasting and the thermostat read 90 degrees! What the fuck!! It had been sunny and almost 70 degrees today outside, what was Buster thinking? I opened the windows and doors, found him getting out of the shower (at 6PM. . . kid probably slept the day away) I yelled at him to use his fucking brain and not waste the expensive oil that heats our house.

Moments later I calmed down and was fine. . . burning up, but fine. I made a healthy dinner of chicken, rice and asparagus that was on sale at the grocery store for 99 cents a pound!