Food(less) Journey

Do you ever have no idea what to make for dinner? Of course you do. Unless you are a cyborg.. Not that there is anything wrong with that.... So, here's an idea to answer the age old question "What's for dinner?" This infamous question has been asked ever since the dinosaurs roamed the earth. Except back then it was more a question of "Who's for dinner?" Who's for dinner? I dunno. Who do you want? I dunno. I was thinking Benny Brontosaurus. Isn't he married to your sister? Yeah, so? Mom can't stand the guy. That's wrong dude! They have an egg in the nest.. I heard the Stegosaurus family is migrating through here for their family reunion. I could eat one of them! Word! Just don't be like Cleopatra! She got so frustrated over what to make Mark Anthony (not to be confused with Marc Anthony although it seems neither one wore pants) for dinner she decided to just sit down and eat a basket of figs. And...well.. You know the rest of that stor

Okay...yes...Im back. I was in Italy and then I had severe jet lag. You would not want to read "I hate it here and want to go back to Italy" every day so be happy I wasnt posting with jet lag. SO actually I did you a favor and you owe me one. Let me know when you want to pay me back for that. My cell # is 412-yea-rite.... On to the good stuff... "Who ordered the pancakes with a side of 'augh!'?" And by good stuff I mean complaining about what is going on outside my window and in my house. Namely: snow. Well, I mean the snow is outside but the cold from the snow is inside and that is only partially my fault because I haven't closed the storm windows yet. (Does everyone out there know what storm windows are? Or is that a East Coast thing? I never really know since there is still a tragic war going on between the East and the West. You didn't know about it? You are so sheltered. And if you don't believe me you can read all about it in the