Slappycakes!

Went to Slappycakes! The d.i.y. pancake spot with griddles on the tables is one of our favorite local places. I actually wasn't too hip to go this morning because we only had a few people at our gig. 
I don't like spending the trickle of flow we get in one setting. Olive lives for dates so it's worth it. 
She assured me we could cover it. 
Still I ordered the cheapest thing and swiped some batter from the next table. I got the cheapest thing by default...I just love biscuits and gravy. 

The batter special today was Chai. 
We like having a couple of color values at the table. The kinds of batter plus the time it cooks is where the art comes from. 

The toppings are just window dressing. 

It's a delightful surprise each time because you are pouring the batter to make a picture on the other side. 
You never know if it came out until the flip-a-roo. 

Olive got potatoes and a Bloody Mary. So good, i recommend Slappycakes to everyone. 
We ate, giggled, made out, did some food art and then took off to take pics of each other's butts...for science.

 f.y.i. Slappy gets crowded, if that happens there are food carts just across the street.

Our friend was just coming out of a theater after seeing IT

photo credit: Adam Haile

Our friend was just coming out of a theater after seeing IT with a date. when they just happened to run into some real clowns. We were hunting but not horror style. Olive decided to make them some flash clown horror themed balloon corsages. We had a lovely time chatting on the corner before disappearing into the night.

photo credit: Aje Feels

My Darling wife woke me up with a deep massage. That

 isn't uncommon. Over the last decade, we worked out that I put her to sleep and she wakes me every day. It can be pretty spectacular all around. Anyhoo. 
What was special this time was that she was doing it for her not me. It was about maintenance of her band equipment. 
She depends on me to play guitar as we sing for our supper every day. 
No matter what guitar i use (this anything but ergonomic beast is called The Stump) I end up over and under working several muscle groups. Back of fret hand gets one workout, strum bicep gets another. That isn't good to be all wonky.
She found all the guitar related stress parts (and had me hollering) and then prescribed exercises to even out the tone.
I never knew that was a thing. I didn't realize I was even hurting in those spots until it suddenly stopped.
Now I recommend it to ax grinders who sling those things around all the time. My first guitar was an SG copy.
That thing was heavy as a manhole cover. Rock on Donkey Kongs.

Sorry cats.

Funny thing about Pinterest.
It thinks it knows me. Somehow when I click on to that site it seems to think I'm obsessed with drawing tutorials, gorgeous clown women, historical facts, cats and custom bikes.
That is where algorithms fail.
I'm indifferent towards cats.
You don know me Pin!



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"I'm relinquishing my hot clothes to Olive."

I got an indirect gift the other day.
At a party I was loading to leave when one of the Moms handed me two trash bags full of clothing.
"I'm relinquishing my hot clothes to Olive." This was shocking to me. She is a very attractive woman. I said "That's shocking to me, you are a very attractive woman."
She said "I have two little ones and I'm looking at at least 15 years of hardcore mommy-ing..I don't think I need any half shirts and cheerleader skirts for a while."
Well who am I to say what she does.
She knows what she wants and needs, power to her and good luck.
Now I'm stuck having to watch Olive try them all on. She passed a lot of the stuff to others (like ya do). Now I'm hoping a Dad will approach Olive.
"I'm giving up my sweat pants to Dingo so he can look as dumpy as me." and she can say "He already has that exact same pair."
Dumpy Bruthus!

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