Here’s a link to the pancake race story. Enjoy. It’s always fun to hear about.
**swampy **- **FCD **and his folks ate at a Waffle House in Raleigh. He said the waitress and the cook were fighting. Dinner (OK, breakfast) and a show!!! 
We went to Bert’s for a sammich and ice cream. Now we’re home to veg the night away. I shall assume the knit position soon. And if Higgs wakes me early enough tomorrow, I might even start us off. Unless someone else wants it or beats me to it. Either way…
I haven’t had ice cream in so long. 
I finished making some videos of my music and uploading them to YouTube.
Still more music stuff to be worked on.
And I’m gone for the evening. MWAH!!
Laundry and grocery shopping is done, poke tenderloin is in the oven.
Flytrap, your link goes nowhere.
FCM, we saw an argument at the Raleigh IHOP once. As the manager took the people out, some guy yelled, “Calm down ,this ain’t the Waffle House!”
Good luck, Sticky!
I’m tired. I feel like I did on Friday. It’s 8 pm and I’m already contemplating bed. The book I’m reading isn’t helping. It’s starting to get mildly interesting, but I’m not holding out much hope.
I’m off the next two days thank the deity of your choice. Slothfulness shall abound.
Okay, I have water in my kitchen sink now, and the dcwnstairs tenants have full water. Around Wednesday a plumber will be coming to get water back to my bathroon. In the meantime I’ll have to go to my folks to shower.
At least I can wash my dishes now, and when I fill up a bucket I can flush the toilet. That last is really important.
I’m watching the Ducks destroy the Canes. I feel like an Atlanta resident watching Sherman march into town.