The All-Valley French Toast Karate Championship.


February 21, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

So instead of buying Nami an actual shock collar, due to my moral dilemma and cost efficiency, I opted for a sonic bark discouraging collar. Every time she barks it emits this terribly loud high-frequency sound. She has not stopped barking completely, but every time she barks she stops and looks around for what is making that terrible sound. Small steps. Plus, she has figured out how to sleep in a dog house. Hooray.

Today is the S.A.N.D. French Toast off. We opted for it to be in the morning since it is French Toast which is typically reserved for breakfast. I prepared my secret weapon last night and it has been “marrying” in the fridge all night. I am pretty excited about it. Even if I do not beat Nicky the Cook, I think my dish will be delicious. Strangely enough, I will not be using any powdered sugar which, for me growing up, was the best part of French Toast.

Yesterday, I managed to get Pancake Land’s desk moved. The thing is a monstrosity. I realized very quickly that I was going to have to disassemble it to get it out of our old house. There are many reasons for this.

1) The desk was constructed in the room that it was used and would have more than likely not fit through the doors and stairwells by which we would have had to move it.

2) When assembled, the desk, being made of MDF, weighs a lot. Probably more than two people would ever care to lift, let alone carry down a steep flight of stairs.

3) I was in a rush and decided to move it myself instead of waiting for helpers in order to beat the rain that appeared imminent, but never came.

I ended up getting G-Man to help me carry the hutch to the truck. It was not that the hutch was too heavy, it was just awkward to carry by yourself. Once I made it back to house, Pancake Land helped me carry it in the house, thus proving my earlier statement about it not being really heavy. Not that Pancake Land cannot lift heavy objects. She just typically chooses not to.

After the French Toast-off, I need to go by my folk’s house and do my taxes. I could use the money. Paying bills is stupid. Having my tax return will help ease our worried minds a little. Just moving into a new house, you always worry for the first few months about whether or not you can really do it or not. I know logically that we can afford to do it, but that does not stop me from worrying a little. Plus, I thought that I had already paid the deposit for the gas company, which I did not, and we received a bill for $279. That scared the hell out of me. Luckily, my landlord is very understanding.

Well, it finally decided to rain. Great. Well, the good news is Nami figured out why I got them dog houses. Stoobs on the other hand, is standing out in the rain. Well, I had better go enlighten her. More soon. ~SC


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