And as I sit here, reading and sipping at a diet pop, wondering if someone somewhere will have the good sense to invent diet Chocolate Milk, which, I suggest, would be the most wonderful gift to the gastric juices to be bestowed on humanity, I realize that I have no good way of finishing off the sentence I was about to start. I'd make a good writer, huh?
Diet chocolate milk. Here's a fast fact, please don't tell anyone: if there's a drink I love more than Coke, it's chocolate milk. I can't get enough of the stuff. "Want some chocolate milk?" you may well ask me, and my response is an enthusiastic "Pour it on!" Darn it, we're all out of the stuff. I may just have to order some more.
Breakfast on Monday sounds like a treat. Pancakes and turkey bacon. No chocolate milk. I'm really going to have to do something about that. www.picndel.com to the rescue, I should think. Anyone want me to order them something? you'll have to come here to pick it up, and I charge a 10% commission on all orders, but just say the word. for my American friends, you'll find my place by going to Dallas, heading straight north on I-29, and about an hour and a half north of the border, you're pretty much here.
Let's see, what else? Hopefully I'll get a call from funblindsinger at some point; the Winnipeg Blue Bombers are slated to lose to Saskatchewan later this evening; my roommate's going fishing with his dad today; all the podcasts are updated for my radio show; still no movement on the reasons-for-being of porcupines front; (speaking of which, what are the chances of my walking down a sidewalk in Winnipeg and tripping over a painfully bequilled porcupine?); the weather in Winnipeg is absolutely gorgeous; Lucky Strike cigarette commercials on the Jack Benny radio show were a hoot; I have two package cards in the mail, one is likely a Christmas present that I bought for someone, the other I can't think what it might be. You're up to date, you can wake up now. Back to pondering.