That title up there could probably be the whole post. I don’t know what I’m going to do today. It is cool out and I actually plugged in the little space heater to warm my feet. I also turned on the flame effect in the firestove to let me think I was warming up at a camping ground on a chilly morning. It’s kind of working – my feet are getting warmer and my spirits are nudging into the activity mode.

But I am unfocused. I did invest in a trial package of the new Ziploc vacuum storage bags and that may be my adventure for the day. Once, a long time ago, after watching one of the commercials on TV for the send-away vacuum storage bags with the “WAIT! CALL NOW AND GET ANOTHER SET FREE!!!!” offer, I experimented with a trash bag. Boy, you really can suck the stuff down to small flat size, and I assume, help keep things in a good state. The trash bags, of course, leaked, but I knew they would. It was just for the fun of it.

Now, with Ziploc in the business, I am going to give it a try. I’ll let you know.

We watched it. We think we should be wearing stickers like they hand out on election day – the “I Voted” ones. Little badges of the whimsical stupidity of watching over the top SyFy movies. Of course, my brain is now mush.

Well, we at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, which is frequented by and pretty much run by those who wear red-striped socks, just feel the outright need to highlight one of the members of our clan.
It is this man:

AP photo

This man wearing these socks:

AP photo

We are proud.

I need to take a picture, but not tonight; I am stretched out with my laptop on my chest – remember, it’s flat. The picture will be of bears because as most of us know, Der Bingle has many bear friends, including the Coca-Cola Polar Clan. He used to blog from the West Facing Cave, now flying under the radar as The Ohio Redoubt, a place where bears congregate. The bears, of which there will be a picture(s), came in various forms in the LZP box. What was also in the box was something this specific AmeliaJake could not resist – gummy bears. A three pound bag of gummy bears and I think I ate a pound of them.

But they were soooooo good . . .

Well . . . I found this:

Der Bingle’s birthday is Friday and LZP has sent a box. It got here last week, but this past weekend, Der Bingle didn’t make it home. Soooo . . . it has been waiting and TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT. We always wonder if something is in it that is going to

INFLATE REALLY, REALLY BIG

when opened. If you hear muffled murmurs, that will be Der Bingle. And then you will probably hear Iowa chortling.

As part of my rehabilitation therapy, Spiffie has put me to work on research:

My mother remembers my Great-great Aunt Sara, my grandmother’s aunt on her father’s side, but only a very few years older remarking to my grandmother: “I always thought so much of your mother.” And here Elsie is noted to be a “noble” woman. Well, I guess somewhere along the line I picked up some feisty genes. Newfie occurred, and as acting manager of the PBC&R, has given me a table in the corner, designated the “Feisty Section”.

I mowed yesterday in Lagrange County(x1). Today I went to Allen County(x2) and came back to Noble County to see Mrs. Feller(x3) and then home to sof. That is a verb now because I say so.  It means to lie around on a sofa. I do that a lot so it is a big X . . . where I sometimes make zzzzzzzzzz’s.

Yes, I am boring . . . quite possibly because of the Psychic Lobotomy performed by the Attitude Adjusters here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse.