meat and hot sauce

Yep, just working on my masculine side. After a long day of childcare, I can always go for a good hunk of cow smothered in ABC Chilli Omacka (Chili Sauce). I never understood the necessity of a decent hot sauce in a well-stocked pantry until now. I mean, this is the mother of all condiments. To be eaten like catchup. You can really put it on anything: eggs, chicken, sandwiches, tofu... Yes, I did that to tofu. Long story short, I consider myself a newly enlightened convert to the ways of the hot sauce. It manages to make almost any food somewhat more palatable. But enough about my yet-to-be refined eating habits...
I have a job now babysitting a little girl named Elen parttime. She's almost a year old and of the sweetest disposition. In the parlance of Zach during Zeke's teething years, I consider my cell phone officially slimed. Adorably slimed, of course. Her other favorite activites include (and are limited to the following): stealing my (incredibly entertaining !?!) green hat, sleeping outside in her stroller, and playing the "I'll throw this on the ground so you can pick it up" game. Uuuuhm. It's seriously the cushiest job on the planet. What? I have to sit around and play with a baby all morning? Shoot. It's also a nice area to be in general (Klanovice), as it's in the city outskirts which means woodsy and rural.
Well, that's my story for now. Toodles.