ASSSSSSSSCAT?

Fabulous day. Breakfast at noon at the Original Pancake House with the boys. It was a madhouse and we were first timers. But C and I played an invigorating game of who can get the miniature creamer container to slide closest to the edge of the table. N got the insane "Apple Pancake" which was not in any convetional sense a pancake. It was like a baked eggie custard with cinnamon and apples gooing the top. I think I just created a new verb. To Goo...Gooing. It was pretty darn good and try as he might, and try as I might to help, half of it came home with us. I had the tropical coconut waffle and Caleb had these huge paper thin pancakes. Pretty decent. Fun. It wasn't SK Donuts. Which we all had to note on the way home. Way more expensive, and well, I don't think anything could be a better sweet breakfast at this point. Maybe ever in my life. Crack donuts.

Then some errands and yada yadaing. Then dinner, I made butternut squash ravioli (well I bought them) and made a butter sage sauce to drizzle on top and lemony garlic kale. Sometimes I feel like a housewife/den mother for the boys. I even call them the boys, as if they were my children! Yikes. Scariness. So that's the food area of the blog.

For evening entertainment, we went to the ASSSCAT show and Tim Meadows of SNL fame and Mean Girls was one of the improvers of the night. I seemed to be the only one star struck by this. Not that I walk around day dreaming of Tim Meadows, but I'm just pathetically excitable about anything. And could be star struck by that second guy from the right in the obscure movie you saw 2 years ago and can't even remember the name of. If you saw him, and said,"Hey that guy kinda resembles this guy in a straight to video movie no one saw." I'd probably pee a little and hyperventilate. Okay, not really. Great show, though, very much funny.

Tomorrow, we're doing the $1 bowling and I am pumped. As possibly one of the worst bowlers ever, I still enjoy it every once in a while. Also, I'm not going to even go into the nastiness involved in wearing the bowling shoes and inserting your fingers into the bowling ball holes. Oye! Just don't think about it and enjoy. Can't let the distraction further ruin my disasterous game. I have a gutter ball aura. Anyways, I have a pretty famous stutter step move as I approach the runway and if I do say so myself, it's breathtaking and probably the reason why I suck so freaking bad. But I love it. How can I not love having no control over that strange tap dancing that slips its way into my bowling moves?