Doh!

I'm sitting here in Dilbert Cubicle working away at both a backlog of things and an onslaught of things before I toddle on down the road to AORN Congress, my annual nursing association meeting. And I'm thinking I'm uncomfortable for a couple reasons, and why am I uncomfortable? Then I look at the time and I say, Ah. I'm hungry, and I must deal with intracystic hydrostatic pressure.

OK.

The latter is now history, and the microwave just chirped at me. Leftovers, sure, but Baked Stuffed Pork Chops. I knew this piggie. It was either Porkie, or his brother Spot. Spot sported a most unfortunate birthmark on his forehead...