Had a lovely backyard breakfast with the neighbors this morning, flipping pancakes al fresco (though these days I can't even eat the things) after making a ton of Bob Evans sausage on my own stove to bring out. Lots of kids running about, with chocolate chip and/or blueberry smears across their faces.

Hot weather is descending upon Berea Rose this weekend. That's okay, I got the A/C on (having capitulated to Alane earlier in the week). Da Chimpz just got back from their gymnastics practice. I'll go downstairs and see what they're doing. Had them out front last night to throw the Nerf ball around -- always good for giving me the sore-shoulder for the next few days (but worth it).

Maybe we'll go to Mass this evening so I can spend the morning rolling out the meatballs (as one should spend a quality Sunday morning).

I wonder if Frylock is still singing Morrissey songs to himself? The more you ignore me, the closer I get...