Good morning all. I ate so much yesterday that I eventually passed out. It was like I was drunk. Food drunk. But before all that happened, I got a bunch of stuff done. Why? Because I’m a fucking grown-up. (And just so you know, being a grown-up is stupid.) So, Operation B and I went first thing and bought fuses to replace the dryer’s blown fuse. Then we went by Lippincottonia and borrowed Le Duke’s mower. When we got back to Holliday Island, Operation B went to go run around with his family and I set out to mow the yard before going to have lunch with Word to Me.

Where could we possibly go for a nice lunch? How about Western Sizzlin’? I thought it was a good idea as well. Well, at the time I thought it was a good idea. I ate a lot of salad for the most part. I had been craving a giant fuck-all salad for a while now. That and smoked sausage drowned in BBQ sauce. Oh, and don’t forget the fried okra. Mmm… sizzlin’.

Once I got home again, Pancake Land called to tell me that there was an emergency. A Sloppy Joe emergency. Apparently G-Man, being trapped in the hospital, has been craving Sloppy Joes. So, she wanted to know if I could wrangle some up for him. But of course! So, I made him 8. 8 being the number of buns in a package. 8 being the number of buns that fit comfortably in my 9×13 inch (23x33cm) covered baking dish. Not that I baked them. It was just a convenient carrying container. Anyways, Sloppy Joes made, I read for a while before taking a shower and heading off to dinner at Emmy’s for my S.A.N.D. meeting.

As it turns out, Nicky the Cook had already been at the restaurant for 2 and a half hours doing a separate family thing. Anyways, we proceeded to gorge ourselves on German food. Fried cheese, knackwurst, bratwurst, German eggrolls, sauerbraten, schweinsbaxe, taters, kraut, and of course weiner schnitzel. The German food flowed like beer and the beer flowed like wine. At some point during dinner, it became apparent that D-Man was emperor of the unnamed country that is S.A.N.D. I said he could be emperor as long as I got to be Shogun.

After dinner, I came home staggeringly food drunk. D-Man and Nicky came in the house for a minute, so that D could see the place, because apparently he’s never been to my house? I don’t know either. Anyways, rules is rules, so I trapped them in ice.

I guess being emperor allows D-Man’s face scan to be incredibly terrifying. After they split, I sat around and talked with Operation B. Then Pancake Land came home and I sat around and talked to her. Then I lost consciousness. And awoke to Papa sandwiches and coffee. That gets us up to now.

What’s going on today? Well, I’m about to finish this post. Then I’ll make the menu for the week and assemble a grocery list. Then, I’ll go buy the groceries. I need to write an article after that. Then maybe reading, some mini-eggrolls, and a bad romantic comedy and snuggling with Pancake Land. Sounds good. I will leave you today with a ridiculous image that I got in an email from La Duchess. The subject line of the email read “This is why dogs bite people”.

That’s all for today folks. Until tomorrow, shuddup. More soon. ~SC