Of French kiss.

I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to my oldest friend, the Rev. Dark Wombat. Be sure to wish that nimrod one as well.

In honor of his birthday we will be celebrating Mustard Day!

Hello tangy goodness. Goodbye leg cramps.

Not that I’ve done anything lately that warrants leg cramps.

Running errands and replacing fan blades is hardly taxing on my calves.

The good news is that I got all caught up on my work-work yesterday.

Today I’m hoping to get a good chunk of my home-work caught up on.

We loaded up the cars with donate stuff last night, so we will be taking that to drop off shortly.

Then I’m going to work on a couple of doors downstairs.

I was going to start mowing, but the weather is convincing me to nap instead.

And maybe read comics.

Maybe I’ll make some all-beef-franks-two-fiddy to go with all this mustard.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC