Finished The Last Of The Leftovers!!!

Last/Wednesday night, I finished the last tinfoil-wrapped slab of ribs that Father prepared and froze for me before he and Mother left for Las Vegas Labor Weekend.  It was a hell of a slog, and there is still some cups of juice that are still frozen and need to be utilized at some point, but I was afraid I wasn't going to eat them all before they came home, and instead I was able to finish a month (well, technically four weeks) early.  That means neither parental unit asking me why I didn't finish the leftovers they left for me seven months ago, and then asking me why I eat out so much.

As far as avoiding catching hell from my parents go, this is a frickin' milestone.