I really haven't had a good food fight in ages. The savvy reader might note that I noted that, then note that I probably need to take a good long look in the mirror. To which I say, 'Way ahead of you judge-pants. I take your evaluation of my life priorities and raise you extreme narcissism. Now I hope what you're wearing can take a ketchup stain.'
My Grandmother has recently gone full on senile and couldn't take care of her cat anymore. Since I'm a giant idiot, I now am the caretaker of her horrible feline AIDS riddled kitten. She sneezes and pukes on everything.