He’s the One They Call Mr. Feelgood.


July 21, 2015 by sandwichcontrol

He’s the one that makes you feel okay.

I’d like to start today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Bug. Be sure to wish her one as well.

So, do you ever have one of those mornings where you had planned on doing something that you normally do the night before, but you put it off until the morning thinking that you’d have plenty of time? But then you don’t have any time. Ever again.

I normally do a considerable amount of prep work for my morning’s post, the night before.

I know, the illusion is ruined for you. But let’s be honest, there’s only a handful of you who actually are reading this right now.

And doing a lot of the legwork while I’m awake and not having to do a million things like five seconds ago, it’s just better for me.

So, Sunday night I was like “Nah, I don’t need to do any prep work for the post tomorrow. I’ll have plenty of time to do the post before work.”

So I put it off and went to bed early.

And got up early and did a brutal workout all by myself.

After breakfast, I sat down to write the post and work called needing me to do something right then. So I did it, telling myself that I’ll make the post right after that. And then things kept happening. I looked down at my watch and then it was 3pm and I realized that I hadn’t made the post.


My bad.

So here’s what yesterday’s post was gonna have in it. Bleep.

And here’s what today’s has in it. Blorp.

Also, this:

Once work calmed down, I proceeded to destroy my house. All of the furniture that’s been pouring into my house, all the yard sale stuff too, has been piling up in the front two rooms of my house. So, Teacher Sis, Bubba Fett, and I unpiled it. The front room that you enter from outside into (hereby known as “the dining room”) is all set up now. And the front bedroom was emptied and then refilled with only yard sale stuff.

This is awesome.

What’s not awesome is my living room. Which has collected two houses worth of furniture. And all of the artwork from the rest of the house.

It. Is. A. Nightmare.

I’ll be dealing with that today.


If work doesn’t need me to do a million things.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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