I woke up to Zaxxon knocking on my front door. All that the Sandman left in my head was the word “invention” and this song:

Zaxxon just headed down the road on his way to the sunshine state. Or is that Florida? I can never remember. Whatever. Be sure to send him the good road trip doogies over the next few days. Safe travels, ya dingus.

I’m so not awake yet.

Yesterday was one big runaround. I finished the post and headed off for to stretch my stomach out in preparation for the evening’s main event. Then, Teacher Sis and I ran a few meager errands before I headed back to Holliday Island to start baking. Most of that consisted of me sitting around and talking to the Rev. Dark Wombat and Sweetbread. And then it was time.

I still smell like crawfish. If you listen closely, you can still hear the lamentations of their women.

After the boil, we headed over to the Furious/Mick household for some button mashing mayhem. And before you knew it, it was 1 in the morning and I still felt as if I would explode if I even looked too closely at food. Bed time.

I have no idea what I’m doing today. I might go mow the grass before it gets too hot. I definitely need a shower. But first, I really have to go drop a crawfish dump. Have a great weekend. Well, what’s left of it. More soon. ~SC