Saturday’s Story

I woke up too early on Saturday (of course). I’ve decided I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

I had an old roll of the big “Grands” biscuits, so I put them on parchment paper on a half sheet tray and into a preheated 350-degree F. oven. I took out the last of the dying green onions and cut them into fine rounds. I put them into a buttered frying pan, along with a handful of small diced ham. I topped that with the last three eggs I had (scrambled, of course) and made an omelet.

Sidebar: I used two slices of American cheese. Yeah, I know… But only that or Velveeta melts as nice…

So, fnck you!!! Digest your gritty cheddar and leave me the hell alone.

It was delicious…

Sidebar: I have noticed I seem a bit antagonistic. I apologize. My Powerball ticket lost! It was the first one I bought in like five years. I didn’t even want to buy one. I never do because, after two ex-wives I realize I’ve never been exactly “lucky.” But, with 800 million at stake I thought I should.

That was two bucks down the crapper…

It was ungodly warm, so I pulled the truck outside. I spent some time cleaning up scrap wood for my Brother Carl. It’s pretty simple. You put a clamp on a block 16 inches away on the chop saw. And saw up anything remaining…

Then I pulled the truck back in. 

Sidebar: There must be something going on in the "D" because the beauty salon on the corner was doing a fantastic business!

I made tuna fish sandwiches for dinner.