Sheldonism 101 Leftovers

Trying to wrap my mind around the notion of blogging. I have realized that not every blog will be a mind altering spiritual revelation. In fact this blog entitled "Sheldonism 101 leftovers" is nothing  more than perhaps a rant about my food  idiosyncrasies.

First let's go over a few vocabulary words.

Sheldonism: things the TV character Sheldon Cooper might say or believe. I thinking there is a little bit of Sheldon in everyone.

Mysophobic: the pathological fear of contamination and germs.

Leftovers: the uneaten edible remains of a meal sometimes hard for a mysophobic to digest.

After a long day of work followed by a 2 hour staff meeting and a 2 hour Saddlebag meeting I was looking forward to finally eating my supper. On the menu was left over chicken breast with stuffing and rice. My mouth was watering as I pulled into the driveway. Eagerly greeted by my ADHD German Shepherd, I tossed him a few treats and said that you'll have to wait until I eat before we go outside.
Standing in front of the fridge for a good 2 to 3 minutes scanning each shelf wondering can my dog actually open the fridge now, did he eat my leftovers?

I soon realized that someone put my leftovers in the microwave thinking I would be home at 3pm to eat supper before the meeting. It is now 8:30 pm and my food has been sitting at room temperature for nearly 6 hours. This is a dilemma for a mysophobic person. So I cut up the chicken breast and scrapped it into the dogs bowl along with the stuffing.

My dog now curled up at my feet as I sit here eating my toasted ham sandwich has the audacity to beg for a bite of my sandwich.