My wife is doing the whole low-carb thing. It’s been going well for her; everything she’s doing defies traditional health sense (more meat! More fat! Screw whole grains!), but there’s been some definite benefits from the whole deal.

Anyway, what it means for me is that I get giant chunks of meat for dinner each night, which makes me happy because I’m basically a meatetarian. Last night, she made ribs.

All of which is a convoluted way of telling you that I got to have leftover ribs for lunch today and you didn’t, so there.