There are grapes in our refrigerator.

And yet, I find that I have not even a single solitary one peeled and hand-fed to moi. This is disturbing…

Grapes for centuries have been carefully peeled, and fed delicately by hand to the master of the house, as far back as the Roman Empire. Maybe even the Roamin’ Empire. No matter how long I recline on our couch, a certain someone here does not clue in to my obvious desire for freshly-peeled grapes.

I must find a book on grape etiquette, and leave it where she will notice the manual. I don’t want the grapes to go bad, but I just can’t peel them myself (my nails are very well trimmed).

Maybe there’s a DVD I can rent…

Man, this toga is so bloody itchy… And drafty...

Chow for now!!