I got another French vanilla mocha from the building's coffee vending machine. I got the bigger size because I know I like it. It pairs nicely with the brownies my mom got for me. She also got me cinnamon buns but my sister rejected that addition to my snack bag. I would call my bag a lunch kit but in the night, I don't put lunch in it so that would be a misnomer. It can only be a lunch kit in the day time.
I'm going for crepes for lunch with my mom. Crepes are one of my favorite foods. I was served it once in French class in grade school and I've been hooked ever since. I love it with chocolate and bananas.
My dad chopped down some of my mom's flowers with the weed whacker. My mom wasn't pleased. "But there were weeds," he tried to excuse himself from his crime. I expect he will be on mom's bad list for a while. Until he buys her chocolate, as that seems to smooth everything over.
I've developed a couple blisters on the lateral side of the second finger on my right hand (what do I mean by lateral says those who are less learned in anatomical terms). There isn't any pain unless I push on it (to which I can hear my doctor say then don't do that). It's mostly just red and puffy. Good thing I am not a hand model. Oh, another fact about me, my job is not in modeling. It's a good thing I am also not a foot model as I have a prominent scar from a knee boarding accident involving a dock trying to go through me. I tend to talk about it as a wake boarding accident because that seems cooler but the story is more or less the same. I severed a tendon on my right foot and notched my left knee cap. I was put in a cast and a tensor bandage then went camping with my family. I used a wheelchair to get around had kids push me around the camp ground. One of the best weeks of my life.
I shall now leave you with a tweet from @baddadjokes.
I've forgotten my boomerang jokes, but I'm sure they'll come back to me.
Sammy
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