I just got an email from the niece of the people who own Tran’s, the restaurant I wrote my article on this week. It turns out that she is a graphic designer and she has a t-shirt press. She says that she would be more than happy to make me my “I Heart Wino Deluxe” shirt. That is a pretty good way to start my Saturday. The only thing better than getting a wish granted is perhaps…

Purple Rain.

That guy is amazing. If you visit his page on YouTube, be sure to watch his covers of “No Surprises” by Radiohead and “Jump” by Van Halen. Both are spectacular.

So yesterday  began with me trying to figure out what I was going to take for my lunch and discovering a pack of flat bread and a package of salami in the freezer. Salami on flat bread it is then. When I got ready to make a few sandwiches, I started wondering how many flat breads there were and how many slices of salami there were. I wanted to make good use of both. It turned out that there were 16 of each, and since I was set up to make sandwiches and all, I just made all of them. 16 sandwiches.

The pencil is for size reference. Anyway, I think we (being Taco Planet, Operation B, and myself) were about half way through them when I took this photo. I only carried three of them home with me at the end of the day and me and Operation B finished those off before bedtime. A very interesting realization came early on in the sandwich eat-a-thon. The little dainty flat breads contained 20% of a person’s daily fiber intake. I realized this about 4 sandwiches in. That is after I had already had my usual breakfast of 2 Fiber Plus bars for breakfast. If you are not familiar with these bars, they each contain about 35% of your daily fiber. What can I say? I like to be regular. So, needless to say there was lots of grumbling in my belly all day yesterday. I had to stop posting a few minutes ago to go unload a little poop. Rather, a lot of poop. I think there is more where that came from, though.

Enough about poo. At some point yesterday Taco Planet want to be paid his weekly wages. Since Le Duke forgot to leave him a check, I got the privilege of doing so. While I was working on the checks, Taco Planet managed to give himself a tramp stamp using my facsimile of Le Duke’s signature.

I was impressed how well he managed to place the stamp in that location so that it looks like a real tattoo that has been over-moisturized to the point of forming trucker bumps. Well done, sir.

After eating sandwiches and working, Operation B and I returned to Holliday Island and replaced the mower parts, so that I could clean up the front yard. All of the recent rain made my lawn look like a rainforest and I could feel the eyes of neighbors glaring at it, so I felt I had better do something about it. Since I didn’t have enough salt to be entirely effective, I opted to fix the mower.

This morning, I woke to the smell of slow cooked pork ankle with lots of onion and garlic. Heavenly. Once I was awake enough to use my hands, I rinsed the potful of black beans that had been soaking overnight and added them to the pork/onion/garlic mixture to slow cook all day. Tonight is beans and cornbread with fried taters for dinner. That is, after I go eat on assignment, get groceries from Jesus, and see Back Alley Trey graduate. Remember, 2pm today. Don’t be late.

Okay, so I’ll leave you with a video that La Duchess sent me about kittens. And salsa. Don’t ask.

Have a good Saturday. More soon. ~SC