Stromboli

 Well, chill my bones, the outside temps was 47 (F) this morning.  We also have a bit of breeze, meaning you'll have to calculate in a chill factor if you want to know how cold it really feels outside.  Today is supposed to warm up into the 70s (F), but right now, with the temps lower than 50 (F) my heat is on... in May.  Cheesh.

I do get to work today.  Fun stuff.  With the weather looking to be nice, I'm sure our Outside Garden department will be busy; people buying patio sets that will really never be used as much as their inside furniture.  This either says they have a lot of disposable income, or they're trying to impress the neighbors.  While enjoy sitting out in a comfortable lawn chair on occasion, I'm not one to sit out everyday.  I own both a lawn chair and a recliner, both only get used occasionally, that's why they were both cheap.

There was some excitement here yesterday.  Howie brought a bird into the house.  I didn't know what it was when I first saw it sticking out both sides of his mouth.  When I realized there were tail feathers sticking out the right side of his mouth and a bird's head out the left side, I spoke French.  Luckily it was dead, otherwise it would have been difficult to pry his new toy away from him.  As it was, he opened his mouth quite readily for a puppy peanut butter cookie, and the dead bird was quickly dispatched over the fence so nature can run it's course.

I made a stromboli for dinner yesterday.  It was okay.  I was lazy and used Pillsbury pre-made pizza dough.  Big mistake.  Being lazy is neither smarter nor better.  The dough had some sort of sweet bread-like flavor, which is not what I'm used to tasting.

I was talking to my sister yesterday about the new Pope and, as usual, the Orange Anus came up in our conversation, my brother in law is a big fan of Orangie.  Anyway, she told me that she couldn't understand why he needed to be on TV every single day, so I explained his appearances had to do with his ego.  When he's on TV people talk about him, and he desperately needs to have people talking about him.  She went even farther by saying, "Dave, he doesn't make sense.  He just talks and you don't even know what he's talking about."  So, I told her that's his dementia speaking.  His handlers know that his cultists love to hear him ramble through inanity after inanity, and believe me, he does have handlers; they're the ones who are actually running the government.  Because of this, he's going to be signing a televised Executive Order everyday simply for his own benefit.