Hear that thunder roaring across the MidWest tonight? That's Loghead. He caught PITA in action tonight!

Loghead got home just as I was serving up dinner tonight. I really had only cooked for three (him, Gibby and me), but there was an extra hamburger pattie, so I asked PITA if he wanted me to fix a plate- he'd just come in from ball practice. Loghead was getting the glasses and silverware to the table. PITA said he wanted cheese on his, and I told him we were out. He saw my burger- the one with the last slice of cheese, and he said he'd only eat if he got that one. :jawdrop:

Loghead said no- Last-Wife cooked, she gets the one with cheese. There's shredded cheese, use it.

PITA mumbled under his breath, but loud enough we both could hear, "Why the f$%^ is there never any good food in the house?"

Loghead yelled at him to repeat what he'd said. PITA stupidly did. "If you can't be man enough to say thank you when someone offers you a meal, or to know when to be smart enough to shut the hell up, you aren't eating!"

he grabbed the plate out of PITA's hand, and dumped it in the trash. PITA stormed out, saying "I hate this f%^&ing house."

Loghead went after him and told him we could easily find another place for him to live, and for him to stay downstairs and enjoy the use of electricity and a warm basement, but not to bother with coming upstairs again. He told PITA that he could go outside in the rain to take care of any personal needs tonight.

Damn, sometimes that man steps up and it just amazes me!