A Nailbitingly Divine Yodeller

Andy and Jerrie.

Andy: You know what the first step is toward a college diploma?

Me: What?

Andy: Your parents having sex.

Andy: Just imagine if I were a surgeon.

Me: That’d be awesome.

Andy: Yeah. My patients would be like, “Uh, can I just live with the horrible pain?”

“When I grow up, I want to be Mr. Marzipan….Assuming marzipan is a girl.”

Me: Good morning, cutie! How’d you sleep?

Andy: Like I was the chew toy of the world’s most hyper dog.

Andy asked me to write down the recipe we made up tonight so we can make it again.

1 lb. mostaccioli

1 C or so frozen lima beans

2 T olive oil

1 clove garlic

3T or so Bacos

thyme and oregano

1 can tomato sauce

1 can diced tomatoes

salt and pepper

Parmesan

And since I trust the readers of this blog to be at least as good at cooking as I am, I don’t think I need to give you the detailed instructions. Basically, cook the noodles; cook the lima beans; saute the garlic, Bacos, and herbs in the olive oil; add the tomato stuff to the garlic-n-Bacos and heat; mix everything together. Surprisingly good.

So, Andy lost interest in his plan to add posts to his own blog in the ten minutes it took me to set him up with a profile. You might see entries from him sometime, but probably not that soon.

Unless, of course, he realizes that he could post his favorite YouTube videos here. Videos like this one, which I just showed him tonight, to his great amusement:

Andy has asked me, Sarah, to set him up to add his own posts. So this is Andy’s user account, and this is me, Sarah, testing it. From now on you, the reader, will have to look at who wrote a certain post for the personal pronouns to make sense.* And I, Sarah, promise to post only under my own name from now on.

*I tell you this because I assume that my writing style and Andy’s will be virtually indistinguishable otherwise.