Miffed

Right, well I'm a bit miffed, as it goes. I've had to stop playing with FP because I've bitten my tongue and (AND) because ST's making pizzas but with nothing like the right amount of cheese.
How much cheese is the right amount? When I say 'stop!', that's when you've used the right amount. I love cheese. You can never really have enough cheese but I'm not a greedy dog (I am), so I will say stop eventually (I won't).
Sigh. I've decided to take up one end of the sofa and give FP the berry-eyes look she gets when I'm grumpy about something. This is a tried and tested method winning a gravy bone out of her.
Berry-eyes, berry-eyes, berry-eyes...