February 28, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
From Sam Walton’s School For Gifted Youngsters.
You know. Because there’s so many mutants.
I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Angie the Queen of Kings. You should wish her one too, if you’re so inclined.
So the newest round of dreams involved me hanging out and chatting with Ronald Reagan for like a whole day. I have no idea what we talked about, but I do remember walking the grounds of the White House and eating Pad Thai from those white paper Asian restaurant takeout boxes. With chopsticks. The Pad Thai came from his favorite Thai place in D.C.
Yesterday was a filthy day.
Plunging toilets. Hauling furniture from a barn. Filling cracks in wooden furniture with wood filler.
I’m sure I smelled amazing last night. (Sorry Lightning.)
I tried to get artsy with the Daily Photo, but just ended up taking a weird picture of my hand…
My hand looks very short and very wide.
Well, you know what they say about a man with pancake hands…
Today is Wednesday.
I’ve got to go up the hill for work. I won’t be there long because I need to get back to town and do a quick sanding of the wooden furniture that patched up with wood filler yesterday.
I’m planning on spending most of tomorrow weather proofing them.
Thursday is also payday. Thank cod.
Which means I’ll really want to buy all the comic books, but I’ll pay all my bills instead.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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