Weeeel, I've got a day to do you one.Cheynem wrote:Your post was insufficiently cracker barrel-y.
Had that chemically induced glee last night, made a sponge for some sourdough challah.
King sleep had me in his court though, so I woke up beyond breakfast. Rush to the garden, boss man has me weeding all through lunch. Then I meet some folks to talk about those Yale New haven coalitions on police accountability. We talk well but, well, we talked so long I could make the dough till nearly supper time!
All tha time Jacob wants me to come over (an I don't blame him) but I'm of the kind doubtful of leaders pushing you out before your dough has risen.
My housemate Emma braids tha bread cuz the only thing I've braided is my beard an that didn't go over well.
It's Friday so I've turned the compost, that black muck an I'm two beers in when I get a text about a screening. I walk in just as a short about Slovenian stoners starts. There's coincidences and then there's fate folks.
I'm rambling though. The breads done and I'm running to the station. Field commander Kirk Davidoff I say, citing ol L. Cohen. Stephen, tho, sez Subcommandante Kirk-Davidoff, cuz I'm a "zap-a-yeast-a"
Folks, that's one no and many yeses.
Hope you're not regretful bout your wish Mike.
Remember, just cuz you ain't paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.