One of my favorite comedians of all time is Bill Cosby.
Why? you may ask.
Because Bill Cosby is witty, humorous, and a great role model. In fact, it was just this morning that I decided to listen to some of the great advice that Bill Cosby has to offer. This particular piece of advice comes from one of his most famous bits about preparing breakfast for his children. If you are at all a Bill Cosby fan then perhaps you are a step ahead of me and you already know the rest of the story. Allow me to cut to the chase: I devoured half of a chocolate cake for breakfast this morning. Yum. And thanks Bill.
In other news, I have spent the past two weeks (from SuperBowl Sunday to Oscar Sunday) working on home rehab projects; the last of which was completed this past weekend. Since the SuperBowl, Katie and I have framed in a doorway which used to be a wall, expanded our closet, installed a utility tub, and built industrial shelving. I have decided two things after completing these projects:
It was a dark and stormy night. And very cold, if I remember correctly.
That was the night the white, trashy midget came into my life. She sat in my front yard (or rather, my neighbor's foreclosed driveway) and brightened up the place with her presence. Through rain, through snow, and through falling tree branches, nothing seemed to damper her spirits (which were pretty thoroughly rusted away anyhow). There she sat. Just waiting to be gutted for spare parts and random projects.
They came like a thief in the night to take her away. Except....it was the day, and they were tow truck drivers. Oh well. They loaded her up and drove off, laughing merrily to themselves at the income they would collect at the bank's expense for towing away such a tiny hunk of rusted metal.
And now, the white, trashy midget is no longer a part of my life.