Highs and Lows
Ok, I'm back. The last few weeks have been rather stressful, to say the least. I don't want to go into it much (mostly because I'm sick of thinking about it), but I've realized that unless I want to have a heart attack, I need to remember that work is just work, and that there's no upside to having it leech into my personal life and erode my health and happiness.
On the positive side, I had a fantastic weekend with The Girl. Went to a festival thingie down in San Diego, had ceviche and a chimichanga in a little place in Cardiff by the Sea, and spent all day Sunday just recharging, re-centering, and relaxing. The ginormous pancake breakfast on Sunday was quite helpful, and I'll be eating bacon for a week. Well, ok, maybe just tonight.
I really like bacon.
I like being happy more, but bacon just makes everything better.
On the positive side, I had a fantastic weekend with The Girl. Went to a festival thingie down in San Diego, had ceviche and a chimichanga in a little place in Cardiff by the Sea, and spent all day Sunday just recharging, re-centering, and relaxing. The ginormous pancake breakfast on Sunday was quite helpful, and I'll be eating bacon for a week. Well, ok, maybe just tonight.
I really like bacon.
I like being happy more, but bacon just makes everything better.
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7 El Commentos:
Ah, San Diego. My old stomping ground. Most of said stomping was bare-footed to boot.
Please, please, please tell me you went to OHOP. Notice, won't you, that I did not say IHOP, though the HOP remains the same, which, is my roundabout way of saying the Origianal House of Pancakes is a veritable pancakegasm of pants-crapping glee. The Broken Yolk would also be an acceptible destination.
Alas, we did not! I believe that I will be back in the area in a few weeks, so I may have to shoehorn that into the trip.
i enjoy pancakegasms. pants-crapping, not so much.
remind me to tell you about the time i was kicked out of the glee club. it involved a monkey, a glass pipe, and Pete Rose.
Glee club shenanegans? I will indeed demand this story. And a song. About Pete Rose's monkey with a glass pipe.
Oh, good! You're back!
bm: wait a minute, isn't pete rose's monkey gambling?
should i duck?
i am still waiting for confirmation on whether your miniature walruses (walrii?) have dainty tusks. it seems like a walrus would be very handy for spearing pancakes. of course, the walrus would have to be inverted, but i think it could be trained.
also, you don't want me to sing. imagine a sack full of weasels, rolling down a hill while being chased by a cougar. then imagine that the sack is on fire and the cougar is crazed from 37 mai tai's in a row.
ha! see what i did there?
rekabek: hooray! i'm back! please stand by for actual humorous content. please be prepared to wait a while.
you may want to bring a book.
possibly the unabridged OED.
You've got the touch, so your content need not be humorous. Tell us anything.
the touch, eh? SWEET. prepare to be regaled with tales of Henry the Jam Spoon in the Land of People Who Look Like Aardvarks.
i'm beginning to think that maybe i was dropped on my head when i was a baby. into a pool of mercury.
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