we went hiking (and falling in vast quantities of cold mud) with said boss last weekend and had a blast, so... i guess it's time to clean up the house, wash my mouth out with soap, and start cooking. boss, i am told, eats very little. mainly he snacks on crumbs from rice cakes and whatever krill might be floating in the air, so i guess he'll be overwhelmed by our pig-themed feast of plenty. then again, after our hike, he picked up a sandwich that had fallen, filling-down, into the muddy ground, picked off the bigger wood chips, and ate it. gotta love a man like that.
visiting ex-boss will also be making an appearance. this man is an avid foodie with an eye-twitch, so you can well imagine we get along famously, although he is occasionally floored by my excessive use of the word "fuck". i'm guessing his is the "oh my gosh" kind of family and i...well, i will stick a needle in my eye before uttering that particular obscenity. oh my gosh, indeed.
wish me luck, my little poultries. let's hope i don't ruin mr. monkey's career with some random reference to a fecal-centric sex act or whatnot. after all, the man is from texas.