Had you only spend $50 bucks or so several weeks back on some fatheads, you could play the "Honey, these fish are depending on us" card.

Just kidding, Brettski. I know you're real good at self-rationalization, so you'll be fine.

I'm sure you have a sad "puppy-dog" look that you can throw on Donna to melt her down.


Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."