We just had a staff lunch which was full of enchiladas and other myriad Mexican delights...like miniature Snickers. Who was the wise guy who came up for the title of that candy bar anyway? Were they throwing out some absurd suggestions like "Nougarama" at the end of a long day of brainstorming when everyone was giving half humored chuckles when someone grabbed the incandescent bulb above their head and with full forced shouted "Snickers! We should call them Snickers!" Or maybe it was the privately held nickname of their CEO who never even came close to cracking a smile. It'd be fittingly ironic. Candy normally doesn't encourage a somber demeanor.
Regardless, I find myself with a pound or so of the finest American Mexican cuisine that you could find at Eastern Hills Bible Church around one in the afternoon, and find myself with nothing really to ponder. I mean, I imagine I could force a ponder or two, but that'd be disingenuous and I am anything but. Your sweater is ugly, by the way. I know you were wondering. I guess I just miss updating. I miss having something to update about. And I don't like feeling like I have to become a superficial spiritual guru to add something.
Also, I don't like long haired cats.
