ROBIEWANKENOBIE

today is one of the four sundays that i'm required to work in a year. it's a paltry five hour shift, but i still dread it. today has been fairly disappointing since i fought with the leon last night and we're still circling each other a bit. this never happens. seriously. we're hardly even snippy with each other. compound that with the fact that our podunk town FINALLY gets a place where a person can obtain INTERNATIONAL pancakes and i can't get in...i'm a bit out of sorts. i mean, really, it's like a glorified denny's people. give me a break. go getcher sef one o' dem slam meals and let me get my damn potato pancakes with applesauce. a girl has needs.

on the bright side, the news reports that brigham young's great great great great grandkid or something donated "an heirloom rocking chair that one of Young's many wives likely sat in to soothe their children." this, even though they are episcopalians. kumbayah folks. they'll donate a platter after christmas.