Here’s my beef with beef: After I finish my Freebird’s steak burrito, I have to wedge chunks of brown out of my teeth with a straw. If I don’t get it out, I inevitably end up performing oral exercises on the significant otherhuman and I can’t tell what is what. If I do, there’s no weatherheiny to be had. It never fails.

Tuesday’s forecast: Give me some of that sticky, icky floss. Ooo-wee.