Last night's nine beers (all be they light beers) were a lot for me. Even before I got out of bed my head and stomach hurt. I realized I hadn't slept well and I knew I would spend a lot of time reading magazines this morning. You know, in the library. Do you get it? I'd have to poop a lot.
Now that we're on the same page, I drank 2/3 of a pot of coffee and that set me straight. I set about looking for something good to eat. I could have made a big breakfast, but I decided there were too many good leftovers from last night's Seis de Mayo celebration with the Rogue YC-SDS.
I remembered one of my favorite Simpsons gags which is a TV commercial Homer is watching and lusting after. The text follows: Read it in a sultry female voice and you'll get the picture:
"We take eighteen ounces of sizzling ground beef, and soak it in rich, creamery butter, then we top it off with bacon, ham, and a fried egg. We call it the Good Morning Burger."
So, I set about making a Good Morning Burger. I did and the angels smiled and I smiled and we all had a little happy moment because I am not a dad and can have hamburgers and cake for breakfast if I want to; thank you very much. Too bad we didn't have cake in the house. Too bad I don't care for cake. I might eat it for breakfast though, just 'cause I can.
Em did some painting, I did some work on the kitchen counters and pulled up some stupid trim from the floor that didn't need to be there (much better!). Then I mowed the lawn.
Time for lunch. Hmmmm, what to have... Well, my good morning burger was so good, I'll have to chase it with a good afternoon burger! And so I did! And the angels sang again, a different song but just as good and I ate my pickle and drank my Vernor's and life was good.
Tonight we have a surprise birthday party to go to and I hope they are serving burgers. There is nothing that follows the good morning and good afternoon burgers like a good evening burger. And some beer. Just not nine of them.
Good Morning Burger Good Afternoon Burger
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