I’m Here For Your Daughter, Chuck.


September 19, 2021 by sandwichcontrol

Looks like meat is back on the menu, boys.

The word of the day is: Satchel.

[ sach-uhl ]
a small bag, sometimes with a shoulder strap.

Yesterday was a day that never stopped sweating.

Everything was just damp.

Like if you had dropped all of it in a lake and then just added it back on the calendar.

Seriously, it felt like I was wearing swim trunks most of the day.

If that’s too much info for you, you’ve come to the wrong place.

I think it was Teacher Sis that sent me the meme that said something to the effect of “It’s so hot that when I fart I can’t tell if I shit my pants or if that was just the sweat being blown off my asshole.”

It was that kind of day.

I had things that had to get done, so I did them.

And everything else that involved me going outside got fucking postponed.

Apparently we had a pretty decent storm front come in from the northeast.

Of course it split in half and went around us leaving us even more humid.

Not a spot of rain for us.

It wouldn’t be so bad if my mouth wasn’t a desert also.

Water pouring out of me everywhere and none in the place that needs it.

Also, whoever decided that the sticker pack that comes with your yearlong planner only needs 18 birthday stickers is a very lonely person.

I have more than 18 birthdays in the first three months of the year.

I could probably get it down to the first two months if I really gave shit enough to try.

Personally I’m not a big birthday person, but I live in a household of birthday people.

And I try not to be an absolute party pooper.

Not all the time, anyway.

I haven’t been celebrating anyone’s birthday on here this year because I canceled all celebrations for the year after we had one big yearlong party for the Year of Holidays.

Next year holidays and birthdays are back.

Which means I have to make annotations in the yearly planner in which I am planning the photos.

And I only have 18 birthday stickers in the sticker pack.

So I’m working on a solution to that problem.

But I can’t work on it too long today.

Because I have to start cooking for HayHay’s birthday dinner pretty soon.

Which means I should probably put some pants on and go buy the Brussels sprouts that I forgot to buy yesterday.


Back into the swamp I go.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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