Breakfast at 6...p.m.

Typically, our eating schedule is like so:

• Monday: Spaghetti (Daddy teaches a class, isn't home)
• Tuesday: Nanny or Daddy makes dinner (usually it is flank steak or chicken)
• Wednesday: Chili, teetahs, or chicken divan (sometimes the occasional roast)
• Thursday: Pizza (Pyzanos)
• Friday: Chili's, Fresh Choice, or a Wednesday-type meal
• Saturday: El Rancho (Mexican Denny's), Chili's, Pyzanos, or hodgepodge from the PW.
• Sunday: In the spring and summer, Ribs or any kind of grilling.

Today, I decided on a whim that we would have pancakes for dinner. Last week, we ordered in from La Piñata #1 and I was so bloated from all the sodium (even though it was damn good). I put together a special batter for the pancakes while the wifer slaughtered some cardboard in order to provide us with freshly preservatived sausage (just like McDonalds!).

The pancakes were killer, I tell you. It was a fantastic dinner...er...breakfer...or maybe...dinnast...y...

My so called 'Spring Break' is here. Really, it is just a weak [sic] break between quarters.