Saturday, October 26, 2013

Please don’t get too close. I’m not wearing a brassiere.

In this post: Adventures in snacking, an epic nap, wayward thunderstorms.

It’s very late Saturday afternoon and I just woke up from an unexpected nap of truly epic proportions. For instance, shortly after lunch I decided to put my feet up for a few minutes (famous last words) but remained unconscious for nearly THREE HOURS while Sam roamed through the house doing God knows what. At the moment I’m feeling pretty damn good but slightly hungry, the latter of which I’ll address momentarily with some low-carb Lowrey’s microwave pork rinds and a can of my new Cheap Generic Jalapeño Cheese Dip from These are pictured below for your possible interest.

There was supposed to be substantial rain here tonight but it looks like the lying sacks of poo at — this is their official job title — are back-pedaling that original forecast. During the last half-hour an 80% chance of rain between 6 p.m. and 8 a.m. tomorrow has been whittled down to a 40% chance from 9 p.m. until midnight. WHAT A STEAMING CROCK. The map below shows a considerable line of storms in north Texas that’s moving south and east. (Mostly east, unfortunately.) The red star denotes Howdygram headquarters. If you zoom in, I’m the angryface senior citizen doing a rain dance in a pink bathrobe. (Please don’t get too close. I’m not wearing a brassiere.)
I guess that’s about it for now, people, because it’s time for insulin, food and an old movie ... my Saturday night recipe for fun. Thank you for reading this.

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