It's so noisy there that the running joke between Ralph and I is that we need to go spend a few days in New York City where it's quiet. Out of that mayhem, a word was born.
Sometimes Mother Nature wants attention. Then she is not content to let some fluffy white clouds float around for our amusement. This was one of those days.
I sometimes feel like a cartoon character with a big thought bubble above my head filled with question marks. Sometimes I ponder deep, existential thoughts, but sometimes I just wonder, why is that crockpot in the middle of the sidewalk?
Today is National Pancake Day, which means there is only one word to talk about. I'll give you three guesses. If you said National or Day, you're wrong.