I’m delirious this morning.

And so is your mother. It was a long night of Disco dancing and eating chile con carne. My back hurts today. So much for the space race.

Right.

Don’t ever look at your wiener when you’ve got laser eyes. They’ll call you McCrispy. And tell Carolyn I said “What’s up.” and “I work out.” Thanks.

Andouille risotto dumplings? I don’t know about that. It might be too starchy. Like a mac n cheese Hot Pocket. Or a baby velociraptor. Kingston you are what it sounds like when doves cry.

I should probably go clean out the fridge and put my aunt’s dog down. Happy Birthday. More soon. ~SC