Um…and why is there a straw coming out of there?

I’d like to start today by wishing you a very Happy Sandwich Day. Be sure to eat something that’s in between to other somethings.

Hello, ladies.

251 years in and still rockin’ it. Go Sandwich. It’s your birthday.

Yesterday was the day that never ended. Not really.

I ran a few errands with Teacher Sis in the morning. Then, I jumped ship to eat lunch with Word to Me. Three words: catfish sandwich, bitch.

Sometime during that fun time, West Brom crushed Crystal Palace. Beat them to death with their own skates. The shopkeeper and his son were a different story all together…

Moving on.

Then, it was derby time. I shot 2100+ photos which means I will probably get 50 keepers, but them’s the breaks.

After that awesomeness, it was party time. Which meant that I got to get to the party late and then hide in my office. What? My legs were tired from standing at roller derby. (that should’ve been read in old man voice)

Why the office? Because that is where the freeze ray lives. Mwhahahaha…

Yep.

There was a moment of crisis when I had to decide how to handle scanning people in costume, then I just said “fuck it” and scanned them.

Oh, and Dave says that if I encourage you to just go and subscribe to his website, I can stop telling you when he posts. So, go do that. Now.

No, seriously. Now.

Today is grocery day. And hopefully lie on the couch and watch television day. The groceries I have no choice in the matter. Television? It is but a dream. I am trying to will, dude. We’ll see.

Okay, I have to wash behind my ears.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC