I ate two (2) White Castle (Motto: “It’s what you crave”) Burgers today (Reality: “It’s what passes for edible for this cheap”). It was everything I expected: yuck. I ate two because I wanted to give them a chance. Also, as Trint mentioned in my comments for the first post, there is very little substance to these ‘burgers’. They’re more like mini burgers that they serve at the Cheesecake Factory (CF) except you don’t mind eating the ones at the CF. The smell in the car (I got them ‘to go’) made all of my passengers complain.

My father-in-law, John, suggests that I will still be tasting these ‘burgers’ in 5 hours. I’ll let you know (I added too many parenthetical statements to this post).

I have never eaten at a White Castle Hamburger Restaurant. Today, yet again, we passed one and I mentioned I have not eaten there. Every time I mention this (which is rarely) all those present say, “You’re lucky!” Or other phrases presenting to me the general idea that White Castle is not America’s favorite fast food chain. The other thing that happened after saying this was that Jessica said, “Oh, My gosh! He talks about that all the time.” This sort of inference is wrong and should not be made… I talk about it each time I pass one… mostly to see if Jessica will remind me that I’m going to be disappointed.

Right now my standards for White Castle are so low [given their reputation] that I think that as long as it’s not manure with spit between two pieces of moldy bread I’ll be impressed.

Oh, speaking of potty humor, this morning Abigail was waiting for her bath while Jessica was going to the bathroom and when Jessica had finished Abigail exclaimed, “Good job, you went to the potty, Mommy!” The potty training must be working :)

Matt asks, “About how many hours of productive work do you get done a day?” I put about 9-11 hours of work in a day, but I’ve got several clients and my largest keeps me busy with at least 40 hours a week. No complaints here, busy is good. Because I have fewer interuptions at my home office I have pretty fruitful time.

The worst part about working at home is that the woman I love is just steps away, but I’m ‘trapped’ in here typing on the keyboard. The best part is that I get to see her on trips to ‘the water cooler’ and coffee pot. Oh, and I can kiss one of the gals while I’m'at work’ and I’m not having an afair :) Actually, I can kiss both of them, cause Abby is a cuty, too.

8th Grade Exam from 1895. Note that my grate-grandfather was a few years old at this time. Note that this test plows the socks off of any tests I tuk in the athe grade. In fact, I can’t anser enuff of these compeletely enough to feel contenant any more. I must need to go bak to skool!