The strangest thing, beyond having these kids, of course, that I find about being married, is that I cook meat....almost every day. after all those years of being a vegetable (hardee har har) and then "going back" to meat when I joined the reserves, so as not to "make waves," I now cook and consume meat on a far to regular basis...the weirdness is that I do not like the smell, taste or texture of it, yet I eat it...I choke down every fucking bite, knowing how much I hate the shit...and it has nothing to do at all with animal rights and touchy feely hippy shit either..I just dont like the crap....tastes nasty to me...even the thought of cheeses being made with rennet.....mmmm stomach lining....makes me wanna hurl. anyway..tonight I cooked him a "good" 'ol sunday night dinner....pork roast a la fucking crock pot, with parsnips and carrots, a potato casserole, kinda scalloped like and we even have some fresh bread and oatmeal chocolate chip cake with the german frosting....well, whats left of the cake.