I woke yesterday morning to find Boo in the lounge room.
In a carb coma.
The remnants of another middle of the night bread bender surrounding him.
Pants on the floor, empty bread bag tossed aside, snoring like a T-Rex with a deviated septum
A – empty bag of carbs
B – carb overdose victim
C – my blanket that now smells of farts
D – daddy’s ipad ON THE FLOOR. Most addicts have death wishes.
Oh delicious carbs, you have claimed another victim.