Oh, my God, you guys.

[apocalypsos]

I have beef chow mein. I have homemade beef chow mein that doesn't taste like burning.

GUH. GUH GUH GUH.

Screw bacon. I can make beef chow mein whenever I want so long as I'm not broke.

*happydances*

EDIT: The cat is also happy. I swear, I'm never going to eat in peace while he's around, although I suppose sitting at my feet and crying is better than the two cats who sit on my dad's shoulder and knee while he eats and politely wait for scraps.