Pamela asked what was for dinner tonight and did not find my answer pleasing. She did not unleash a tantrum, which is her typical modus operandus. Instead of showing raw emotion, she walked up to me and deliberately made a frowny face with wrinkled brows (not the natural look of disgust that spreads across her face when she helps me knead dough). She made this fake, phony face (if you saw it, you would know it was a put-on) and said, "Pamela hates meat. I want hot dogs." It was such a bad acting job, but I loved it because she was trying so hard to convince me with her facial expression.
So, I just had to give her the Oscar . . . Mayer for her performance!