Waffles, Man.

Ya ever think about waffles? I mean, I'm sure you do right before you eat them or when you see them on the menu at Denny's, but have you ever really thought about them? Like, who decided to take pancakes and put square indentations in them? Why? Why is this necessary? You need to buy a whole other device just to make waffles and that device is only used when making waffles. Talk about expensive for one food item. And then you have to store the waffle iron when you're not using it, which is most of the time, unless your house is the Waffle House. And those silly square indentations. Like Mitch Hedberg has said, they are like traps for syrup. And then the butter. What a problem. It only gets into some of the squares. And then one or two of the squares are LOADED with butter and some of them have none. But it's impossible to evenly distribute the butter unless you really took your time. And who wants to take their time buttering a waffle? I just want to eat it. They are so delicious. But yet, so complicated. I love waffles, man, don't get me wrong. They are just weird to think about. It's a delicious dilemma.

Cops and Robbers

In the last few days, there has been a spree of robberies in Clarks Summit. Yes, that's right, Clarks Summit.  He/She/They have attacked Nikki's Hoagies, Dino and Francesco's, and stole a rifle from Fiorillo's Pizza. Yes, a rifle. I don't know either. But anyway, it got me thinking of an old family story. When my Noni worked at IGA, someone tried to rob the cash register she was working. This story never gets old. She was working the night shift when someone came up and demanded the money in the cash register. Of course, my Noni would never give in to these ridiculous demands. So, the man punched her in the nose. Why am I telling you this? I have no idea. It really has no purpose, other than, my Noni can take a punch in the nose, literally.