And I’ll put the dollars in your account.

The word of the day is: Ponderosa.

A term used to define your household, home, location.

Also: Pinus ponderosa, commonly known as the ponderosa pine, bull pine, blackjack pine, western yellow-pine, or filipinus pine is a very large pine tree species of variable habitat native to mountainous regions of western North America. It is the most widely distributed pine species in North America.

Also: Ponderosa Steakhouse and Bonanza Steakhouse are a chain of buffet/steakhouse restaurants that are a part of Homestyle Dining LLC based in Plano, Texas. Its menu includes steaks, seafood, and chicken entrées, all of which come with their buffet for a nominal charge. A lunch menu is also served.

The photo is of one of my two baby Ponderosa Pines that I tried to grow.

Both are dead as a friggin’ doornail.

They seemed to be rather put off by how cod-awful the weather is here.

So remember that whole post about how the weekend was gonna be a shitload of more working on stuff?

Well just throw that whole plan right into the trash.

Because that’s how it goes.

All the plans just went to shit and a whole new batch had to be whipped together on the fly.

I’m even going to attempt to tell the plans for the day.

It’ll save us both the trouble.

Also, I have made a weird discovery.

I always assumed that old people just always had candy on them for fresher breath (mints) or just a little sweet thing to scratch that sweet tooth itch (hard candies).

But I think I’ve figured it out.

My new medicine dries the ever-loving-fuck out of mouth.

Like desert dry.

Everything just sticks together.

Guess what remedies cottonmouth.

Fucking candies.

And of course they have to be the sugar free ones or you’ll rot your teeth out in your diabetic coma.

So I now have started carrying candies with me.

In my pocket.

Because I’m an old man.

But fuck you for judging me and my candies.

I’m not letting you have any of my Werther’s.

Especially not the coffee ones.

I’ll just get to enjoy them in the comfort of my own batshit crazy schedule.

I’m hoping to get a little reading in this weekend.

But I won’t hold my breath.

Now is time for coffee.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC