The cat ate my sandwich...
Truth be told, she knocked my napkin wrapped sandwich off the table to get at the sweet succulent ham that nestled between stone ground mustard laden bread slices….<Homer Simpson> mmmm…..laden bread slices</Homer Simpson> . I was going through my morning routine, preparing my lunch that I will inevitably eat on my way to work, so I can take a nap at lunch, then a quick stop in the office to get my various handheld electronics attached to the tangle of dongles that take up residence on my desk. I emerged from the office excited to listen to the new Masters of None podcast when a scene of absolute horror presented itself to me. My sandwich was missing! Images of Homer Simpson frantically searching for a missing piece of bacon filled my mind as I quickly scanned the kitchen for my food. The sandwich had been knocked off the table and unwrapped during its tumble, resting in a heap of disjointed ingredients on the chair. The Pink Cat was under the chair in an odd position as i...