But don’t bother trying to tune your friend’s piano.

Not that anyone has tried recently.

That title sequence was just a big lead up to me telling you that I am making tuna sandwiches for dinner. I have 5 giant cans of tuna to which I will add a whole quart of Hellmann’s real mayo, a tube of wasabi paste, 4 hard-boiled eggs, some chopped up Claussen Kosher dills, a little French’s yellow mustard, a little salt and black pepper, and a hint of garlic. Pile that delicious shit onto some WhiteWheat white bread, remove the crusts, add some Ruffles roasted garlic and sea salt tater chips on the side, and top it off with a glass of sweet iced tea. Maybe a Magnum mint bar for dessert. So, who’s coming over for dinner?

I am.

Yesterday was weird. Strangers giving me the finger. Long lost cousins giving me cases of canned meat. Friends’ cats dying. Skipping the gym to eat half a pizza. Weird day.

Today is not looking to be any less weird. The usual bank run this morning, followed by tutoring. At some point before Saturday night, I need to work on my campaign. But I’ll save that nugget for a later time.

Oh, and then there was this treasure from yesterday as well:

And yes, that’s Bill Weasley. Married to Fleur Delacour. Worked at Gringott’s. Lives at Shell Cottage. Making out with Rachel McAdams.

Now, I’ve gotta run. More soon. ~SC