I did this at work recently when my coworker brought me a pack of leftover hotdog buns. Texted my husband that I was having a veggie hotdog, but the fact that I didn't think to do it until 42 is somewhat embarrassing.

Want me to show you a little trick to take a your mind off that pain?

As of now, the only product I have to buy to support this atrocious company is Fancy Feast because it's the only food my picky senior cat will eat.

I see you've met my coworker. Often open the microwave to find something she previously heated sitting there. Always gives us a good laugh!