Take a stand.

The title's just a weird parody on that random song that has 'cars' instead of 'blogs.' See, I would complain that I don't understand why girls can write songs like that, and guys can't; the problem I run into is that, while the fact is a tad annoying, I really DO understand. Darned absolute natural laws... :-P (eh, I suppose I really don't mind)

Anywho, I had to wake up at 7:30 this fine morn because the fam went out to this random pancake place in Westmoreland. I ate 3 blueberry pancakes (topped with ice cream), 3.5 sausages, a maple-frosted donut, a large orange juice and a chocalate milk. What was really great is that my dad is already hilarious, but most of this morning he was sugar-high. 'Twas definately one of the more hysterical things that I've witnessed. (For those of you that don't know, my dad is basically a rounds-abouts-of-40-ish-year-old kid.) Plus, I discovered my Grandpa hat and my "laughs last" shirt are exactly the same color. That was kindof cool. I guess. Maybe.

Anyway, the moral of the story is: Sausage is at it's peak when it's swimming in syrup.