I spent three days in San Antonio on a business trip. In those three days in the Lone Star state, I ate so much beef that I think I’m growing hooves. Oh, by the way, except for a little Caesar salad here and there, I ate no vegetables.
Now I’m home and I’m paying for it. In my last couple of trips to the little boys room I think I passed a calf.
My penalty, for the foreseeable future, I’ll be eating lots of roughage. Spinach anyone?