Muscatine

I can tell it's sunday because it's pancakes for breakfast.  I get two if I reply to my own posts more than once.  Or maybe it's I get one if I reply to my own posts twice.  Either way, I like Sunday.  Except for the flouride, the FDA, bamboozling,  Dick Cheney, BigBrother, Bigfoot, and the dwarf Ninjas that are huddled outside my door.  My cousins Dave and Joe visited the other day.  They're confused.