A to Z Honesty - K is for ka-ka

You knew it had to be done, right? Cause what else could K possibly stand for other than ka-ka? The way things have been going around here it was as inevitable as it is obnoxious. So don't blame me if things get stinky.

This post is actually another pearl from my office. I know, you're asking yourself how there could possibly be more information from that office of hers, when yesterday's Belly Button Jam tip was so illuminating? If you knew the people I work with you wouldn't wonder. You should see Angie over there, the imp, always up to no good, laughing so hard she's got tears running down her face. Good thing her mascara is waterproof or she'd be channelling some serious Alice Cooper. It was Angie who suggested ka-ka for the letter K. She's been a big fan of my A to Z series and actually read them out loud to her husband the other night.

"Oh yeah?" said I, inordinately pleased, then throwing my line in the water for a little bit of fishing. "Erm, what did he think?"

"He liked them," she said. "But he fell asleep."

ANYway, so it was Angie who suggested ka-ka which made me acknowledge a startling universal truth: no matter how fancy a meal is, no matter if it was made by Chef Gordon Ramsay or Nigella Lawson, no matter if it's Kraft Dinner or a weenie cooked over a campfire, no matter if it's seen on Food Network or scarfed down straight from the fridge.... it always comes out your "other end" looking like shit.

"The only time it looks different," Angie said, "is if you have corn."