My friend Terry came by my house at 6:50 am to remind me that a local church was serving breakfast at 7:00 am. We both walked over there and had coffee, scrambled eggs and a biscuit. They did have one other food item that I "refused" to touch - grits. Most times, I can't even stand to look at a plate of grits. The U.S.A.F. tried to get me to eat grits, they failed too.

A perfect breakfast, for me, is two eggs over medium, hash browns, sausage and sourdough toast.

I've eaten worse breakfasts than the above but I'll never resort to grits nor hominy

This is an interesting year for me. I'm 64 years old and 64 was the year I graduated from high school. Hopefully there's a cosmic significance in that

I let Monty in to use the bathroom so he wouldn't do a number 2 in the backyard. Just before he left, he ripped off Liz's aluminium cans she was planning to turn in for food.

Last I saw Monty, Liz was beating him.

MacTheWolf (imported) wrote: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:53 pm I let Monty in to use the bathroom so he wouldn't do a number 2 in the backyard. Just before he left, he ripped off Liz's aluminium cans she was planning to turn in for food.

Last I saw Monty, Liz was beating him.

You could probably sell tickets to that event. --FLO--

Uncle Flo (imported) wrote: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:49 am You could probably sell tickets to that event. --FLO--

If only I had the business sense Uncle Flo has. Next time a similar event happens, I'll certainly take advantage of it.

Hmmm I wonder if there's residuals involved

I needed exercise last night so I put on my Godzilla suit and tore Monty's new shack apart

It felt good.

MacTheWolf (imported) wrote: Tue Jan 25, 2011 11:14 pm I needed exercise last night so I put on my Godzilla suit and tore Monty's new shack apart

It felt good.

what happened to his camper?

His camper is still in my driveway but he used to go out to his shack to play music or play his drums.

Last night, he drummed from 3:00 am to 6:00 am. I cut off his electricity at 3:30 am

Monty had to pay penance today: he had used up all of my duct tape so he fixed the broken window in my bedroom with a sheet of plexiglass.

I love it. The two cats HATE it They used to like sitting in he window every night as I froze.

Monty's window fix was temporary: the cats tore off the duct tape and regained access to "their" window.

On the plus side, my small check came in early so I bought a few groceries and went out and had a decent sit down dinner and enjoyed a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale.