Dinner

We had lasagna for dinner tonight. It's basically noodles, cheese, noodles, cheese and sauce. Pretty simple . . . Pretty good.

Black

Ironic?

Out here on the farm we get a little newspaper. It's got all the local news. Who got arrested and who died and even comics. It's called the "Evening Telegram." We've been getting it for years. A guy in a red Jeep delivers it usually sometime after 4 o'clock.

The big news today. . . they're changing the delivery time to a morning paper. Supposed to be delivered by 6 a.m. The guy in the Jeep is gonna have to get up real early.

What I'm wondering, are they going to still call it the "Evening Telegram" or are they gonna drop that?

Black

Goats!

The Darn goats got out again. Farmer chased them for about two hours before he finally herded them back into their paddock. He pulled a muscle in his back. He's not happy. He's looking to hire some trolls . . .

Stupid goats.

Black

Goat Getter

The goats are still up to no good. We're looking for mutton recipes. Send them in . . .

Please. They're asking for it.

Black

Darn Goats

While the goats were out somebody chewed the mud flaps off Farmer's truck and some one chewed a hole in the front tire on the tractor and somebody ate the mail and the newspaper.

We're still looking for someone to blame.

Black

Escape Goats

Well, the goats got out today. Looks like they either chewed through the fence or some how managed to climb over it.

We're looking for some one to blame.

Black

cool.

The weather was gorgeous today. But, even though the sun shined all day, eating ice cream before bed is not a smart idea.

I'm freezing now . . .

Gus

Vitamin D

Oh Yeah . . .

Feeling good today . . . the sun was out all day and losing that hour of sleep to daylight savings time was worth it.

The weather man said it's supposed to be nice all week. Let's hope he's right . . .

Black

March Madness

The radio was talking about March Madness . . . I agree whole heartedly. It's been gray and rainy all day. I'm pretty mad at March myself.

Black

The Monte Cristo . . .

What's the deal with this? It's a sandwich made from French Toast with ham and cheese. It's not breakfast, it's not lunch or brunch.

It's a platypus.

Gus

Breakfast for Lunch = No.

Breakfast for lunch doesn't work for me. It's all confusing. Breakfast for dinner, you know that you're doing something special. Breakfast for lunch is just not right. It's like the El Camino. Not really a car but not really a truck.

Breakfast for lunch is the El Camino of meals. It's brunch. It's confusing.

Gus

Penny Candy

Whatever happened to it? If anybody answers, "Inflation" they're gonna get a hoof in the mouth. The whole idea of getting a sweet piece of awesome for a whole penny is awesome.

I wish we could bring it back.

Black

More Breakfast for Dinner

Oh yeah. And French toast is awesome too!

I love imported food.

Gus

Breakfast for dinner

There's nothing better than breakfast for dinner. Especially pancakes.

It's two great tastes that taste great together. Cake and pan . . . er, um . . . you get what I'm saying. . .

Pancakes!

Gus

300 channels . . .

That's right. We've got 300 channels. Digital Cable and Satellite TV and there's nothing on. Nada. Zip. Nuthin.

How come we still get a bill. Well, Farmer gets the bill . . . but you get the idea.

Goin' to bed,

Black

Banana bread

One of Farmer’s friends had some extra bananas. Not just one or two . . . we’re talking cases. He gave them to Farmer. So, for the past couple days, Farmer has been baking all these bananas into banana bread. At first it was great. A nice warm banana flavored bread with some tasty nuts. But after about the fifteenth loaf, it’s getting old.

Plus now Gus smells like bananas.

Black

As the Crow Flies

Today was garbage day at the farm. Farmer dragged the plastic dumpster out to the edge of the drive way. Me and Gus watched him as he pulled the container through the snow. A bunch of crows landed on the top. Somehow they opened the top and got inside. Boy, Farmer was mad. He rushed out and chased them away. The crows flew into the telephone wires.

Gus said, "Why do they say, "as the crow flies"? They don't seem to go very far."

He has a point.

Black.

Back to the Grind

Well we got about two feet of snow Friday and we spent the weekend digging out. Back breaking shoveling and tedious moving of tons of white snow. It was the heavy wet good snowball making kind.

The only good thing to come out of it was the Hot Chocolate!

Black