The little shit did it again. Rang the doorbell at 7:35 this morning. Of course I was up, and of course I was in the bathroom. He wanted to know about this afternoon, if his mom wasn’t home, if he could come up and stay till she gets home. Yea, know problem…la..di..da…
He interrupted my reading of one of my old favorite books from the past. I believe one of my friends gave it to me. “The I Love To Fart Cookbook.” It is one of culinary’s great masterpiece’s. There are some real great recipe’s inside of it’s covers. But watch out, you could alienate a lot of friends with its after effects. The recipe’s are supposed to help aid in digestion and production of shall I say some extra intestinal gas. But it is a humorous book to say the least. With Titles of recipe’s such as “Swamp Gas Soup, and Cannon Fodder Stew.” You get the picture. Believe you me, if I was to really try any of those recipe’s, the Military would think Al Queda had dropped a “dirty bomb” in The Mohawk Valley. They would have to declare this a disaster area. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Oh, by the way, I’m still waiting, and waiting and…….