That’s how I thought we should start out this week. It is rainy and dark outside and Pancake Land, the High Inquisitor of Holliday Island, has made a new decree:

Decree # 1794 of the High Inquisitor of Holliday Island

Let it be known, that henceforth, all visitors, be them invited or just popping by,

will be under obligation to participate in a

SMUSHY FACE SCAN

Participation is mandatory. Participation is not optional. Hence, mandatory.

So, there you have it. If you come over to the house, be prepared to face your face smushed against one of our scanners. Here’s mine:

Some people say that you look like you are in a glass coffin, but I, as well as Pancake Land, think that it looks like we’re trapped in ice.

Speaking of being dead, I spent a good deal of my weekend talking to people I care about how they want to be handled after they’re dead. Funeral arrangements and whatnot. At some point, when I was on the edge of losing my shit, I just took my favorite page from the book Dave’s Guide to Quickly Curbing Unpleasant Conversations and suggested the use of a bunny suit. That did the trick. Thanks Dave. You always come through for me.

Is it any wonder why I spent most of my weekend glued to the love seat reading Order of the Phoenix? That would explain all of that high inquisitor and decree business earlier. As an added bonus, I got to wear my Chacos yesterday. Today is rainy, so no sandals for me today, but the time is drawing nigh for all sandals all the time.

Well, I’m late for work yet again. Surprise, surprise. More soon. ~SC