If you can’t tell, I’m getting around late this morning. Pancake Land went to hang out with White Chocolate, Dave, Little Miss Cotton, and Taco Planet last night and she woke me up when she came in. And I, of course, couldn’t go back to sleep until 6:30 this morning. The funny thing about Pancake Land is that she is always full of surprises. Her surprise last night, in addition to stealing my covers, was her invention of two chimichangas that she ate in our kitchen an hour before she came to bed. But she’d only been home fifteen minutes. Then she went back and forth between having eaten these mysterious chimichangas and not having eaten anything and being starving.

When I had been in bed for about thirty minutes just staring at the ceiling, I decided to get up for a bit and look at the innernet. Pancake Land asked me to make her some skillet toast with jam because she was starving from not having eaten anything. So, I made her some skillet toast with jam and a big glass of water and delivered them to her in the bed, where I found her to be asleep. So, I woke her up to give her toast and water and she fed me the chimichanga story again. So, I took the toast back to the kitchen for her to eat when she actually wakes up and is hungry. I thought about leaving it in the bedroom, but a scenario ran through my head and I decided against it.

It was that scene where the half-asleep girl reaches for that half-remembered glass of water and sticks her hand in strawberry jam.

“Whats dis stickee stuff allova my hand?”

(furious wiping of hand and arm on my down comforter)

It was very clear in my mind.

So, enough about this morning. Let’s talk about yesterday. I ate a lot. After almost losing the entire post and then rescuing it, I went to eat pizza with Word to Me. Then I came home and paced around until Teacher Sis wanted to go eat ice cream. Then, I came home and paced around some more until Pancake Land was ready to go see G-Man. Apparently he has Necrotizing Pneumonia. Good times. Then we came home and P.L. went out to play. And I ate leftovers and paced around some more. Why so much pacing? You may be asking. Well, I have forbidden myself to read until I work on my cookbook. I have ten recipes left to add, but writing recipes is not exciting. And all I want to do is lie around and read. Harry Potter to be exact. I’m having H.P. withdrawals. In a bad way. And I am surrounded by books. All of them call to me, Siren like. I even have to go to a library to take down the art show we set up on Friday. I can’t escape them.

I thought I’d escape being stared down by the stacks by going out to mow the lawn. Wrong. The bracket that holds the blade in place has decided to break. List of things to have repaired once we get some money:

Dryer

Lawn Mower

Little Peddler

Moving on. Rather than sitting here typing this post all day, I’d better wrap it up. I have one more thing to share with you before I split. I found this image yesterday and couldn’t help but to love it. Somebody drew the old school NES characters as Fight Club. Yeah. Try and wrap your head around this:

Well, that’s it for today. Enjoy the sunshine before the rains come. More soon. ~SC