You would think I'd have more time to write since I'm off now. True, I could write more, but not much happens when you stay holed up in the house. I've been thinking about telling another installment story, but the key words there are "thinking about", as nothing is written. Wow, I'm killing myself here in my office chair. I've got some of the cloyingest gas odors coming out of me. It must be the Sloppy Joes I made last night. Thanks to Patricia helping me out, I made them from scratch. If I had known all you had to do was doctor up some ketchup to get the sloppy joe taste, I would have been making it this way all along. Plus I love recipes like this one. Basically, the amounts are just suggestions and you mix it up to your taste. I was practically full from all the tasting-as-I-cooked by the time we sat down to eat. Serge wouldn't eat them. He has never liked sloppy joes all that much, and last night, he made a very un-pc comment. He called it, "BS food." BS is what people on welfare are called up here. He put plastic wrap on his plate, stuck it in the fridge and told me I could have it for lunch today. Yay, more cloying farts impending.
You know you can see lots of videos on youtube with (I've only seen males) guys lighting their farts on fire? Oh and the Japanese porn market includes a genre of "girls farting" videos with guys getting off on sniffing them (the farts) just as they come out. Can I get an "ew"? I'm not linking anything, if you don't take my word for it, the searching will take mere moments.
Well, I guess this is the kind of thing we can expect from the blog in upcoming weeks. Perhaps there will be tenant drama or a plumbing problem to spice things up. I'm certainly not wishing it, but if nothing happens, I can see bowel tales forthcoming. And nobody wishes that ; )