Eat Like Elvis

Ran out of ideas for supper last night, so it was fried, peanut butter and banana sandwiches - just like Elvis used to eat.  Instead of pan-frying them in bowel-hardening lard, like The King, I used Smart Balance spread and an electric griddle.

Happy to report - this morning I discovered no one slumped over, unconscious, on the toilet. 

(note: for you younger readers - that's how Elvis was found before he died)

Limber Legs

Hacky Sacking at lunch hour the past several weeks has earned me valuable "street cred" with a certain segment of the student body.  I still bring a handstand serve and "the kiss".

It's Not Every Day...

This afternoon I witnessed a haggard-looking gentleman with an eye patch eating a banana in a Mercedes at Wal-Mart.  I had a camera, but decided not to ask.