Today I had the unfortunate experience of staying home with my sick daughter. The DW had other commitments this morning so when she got sick I stayed. So around my normal lunch hour I began to get hungry. Hey just because the clown was throwing up didn't mean I couldn't eat right? Well, unable to run into town and grab a quick bite, I did what every other man since the beginning of time has done when hungry..............I hunted.
Well, OK it's not like I got my camo on and started rustling through the woods. Hell, I barely had on pants. Instead, I did the domestic hunt. I rummaged through the kitchen for something. When it was all said and done, this was my kill.
Yep, homemade Philly Cheese Steak. I'd say Bear Grylls ain't got nuttin' on me when it comes to survival.