What's Taters, Precious?


November 13, 2009 by sandwichcontrol

First thing, quick, open this in another tab and let it play while you read the rest of the post.

That one goes out to my peoples from way back and beyond. Or something shout out-ish like that.

So, where was I? Oh, yes, I remember.

I feel much better now that we got that wholesale order out. Pancake Land may feel a little better, but she still has to get caught up on orders and writing her novel this month. Actually, she cannot feel too bad because she and White Chocolate, Little Peddler, and the G-Man are going to the game tomorrow. Whereas I, am not. I have more important fish to fry.

Tomorrow morning I am going to get a long over due ear lowering. But that is not the thing of great importance that I must do tomorrow. That is nothing, an aside, a footnote to the great defeat the old-school posse will feel tomorrow when I crush them at the First Annual Mashed Potat-Off.

You see, what had happened was, about a month ago, the old-school posse got together for a night of remembering the old times and of eating risotto. At some point Dee mentioned that he made really great mashed potatoes and we all chimed in with our favorite ways to make mashed potatoes and Dee flat out stated that his potatoes would kick our potatoes’ asses. Silence. At this point someone said that this sounded like a challenge. We then agreed to try to kick each others potatoes’ asses. A no-holds-barred Mashed Potat-off. The only rule was this: they had to be Kosher. Dee was not about the get slipped some bacon bits. Fair enough. It does not matter. He will be crushed. They all will. Annihilated. Obliterated. Destroyed. I will grease the treads of my Potato Mashing tank with their living guts. I wonder if I should pick up ribbons? You know, like First, Second, Third, Honorable Mention. If only they had ribbons that read Annihilated, Obliterated, Destroyed, and Grand Champion of All Potatoes.

So, yeah, I can talk a little jive. That’s the fun of it. That, and hearing the lamenting of their women.

Put some must-erd on it. Hmm...mm.


Well, I want to wish Teacher Sis a lot of luck today. She is teaching in front of a bunch of important school grown-up-type people today. Something, about stealing fire from Olympus? Maybe. This is where my attention started to wander from the conversation on towards something shiny. I think she might have said something about jewels. No, maybe I started thinking about owning a little monkey that I could train to steal jewels. It is very hazy. Ask again later. Anyways, good luck Sis. Everyone send her some good vibes today.

And with that, I’m off to work. More soon. ~SC


  1. TeacherSis says:

    Thanks..I think it went well. We will see if the jewel carrying monkeys will fly in and bring them to my castle.

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