There is this piece of tape on the corner of Pancake Land’s sewing table that Eazy has been trying to get for a few days now. This morning, a few minutes ago, he succeeded. Once the tape got was no longer stuck to the work table, but instead was stuck to his mouth, his interest in it went from “I want this in my mouth” to “I want this away from my mouth” pretty quickly. Kitten freak out. It was ridiculously cute. There was lots of batting at it and jumping backwards and running away after he got the tape off.

Ah, that was a nice thing on this early morning. The reason I am up and functioning, if you can call it that, so friggin’ early is really quite simple: Le Duke asked me to be at work by 7:30am. Do you remember that room addition we built on those people’s house a few months ago? Well, we have to go do a little bit of clean up around there. Touch up some paint, hang a fence panel, stuff like that. Fun times. Anyway, the idea is that we are getting started early to beat the heat as it were. Whenever your boss says “beat the heat” to you, just remember that it means you are probably going to be sweating a lot. Note to self: Be sure to pack some gatorade.

Tomorrow we get the same fun time treatment of being at work at 7:30am, but tomorrow is actually a fun day. Apparently we get to demolish a brick wall. I think that I am going to go buy myself a sledge hammer in celebration of this exciting event. I mean, how often can you say that. “We were demolishing a brick wall, so I had to buy myself a sledge hammer.” You can’t be like “I’m was having eggs for breakfast, so I bought myself a sledge hammer.” That would just be silly.

Sledge + Hammer = Demolishing Your Wall

I don’t even know what day it is. Need coffee.

Well, my friend Curly Bill is taking the big leap, and has an interview at a restaurant today for a kitchen position. He is taking Anthony Bourdain’s advice about cooking. Tony says that if you want to cook, get into the kitchen. You usually start at the bottom and have to fight your way to the top. You must enslave yourself to someone’s kitchen. That’s what Curly Bill has decided to do. Anyway, everyone send him some good doogies today to help him get the kitchen slave job. Good luck, Bill.

Well, that’s all I’ve got at the moment. More soon. ~SC