True fucking story and a smoothie recipe in These titles mean nothing.

Maybe it should have been a Fucking true story because it’s not about fucking. If you were mislead please leave now and forgive me, again please.

Story.

I made myself two scrambled eggs for breakfast this morning. It was a little late but I find two scrambled eggs to be a satisfactory breakfast whenever I get up. I have it with a couple glasses of weak coffee and milk half and half and I think it’s a relatively healthy and tasty start to the day.

Today the awful cat, the one eyed spayed calico whose name may or may not be Bangladesh was the only animal supervising my life. After the eggs were done and in a dish, she insisted on eating them. I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted. So. I put the whole dish of scrambled eggs in the dog dish, and told her to hop to it. She eats out of the dog dish ordinarily and the dog was outside. She refused. I made several entreaties and she continued to refuse. I made myself another serving of eggs and guess what?!@!@# She wanted my new eggs. Now I suppose in the best of all possible cat and mistress worlds I could have given her my new ones and eaten the ones in the dog dish but I refuse.

I suppose the story has a happy ending because the cat is now eating the first eggs out of the dog dish and as soon as I get done here I am going to eat mine.

Meanwhile-ish, just got a call from JIm and I have to go pick him up on the bottom of the 40 - yeah and he had a bad phone connection.

My new computer does not have a delete button. Is that possible????? How can I soft boot? I’m still a soft booter. Or I was.

OK the recipe.

Green Smoothie

handful of frozen strawberries
handfull of frozen mixed fruit
2 handfuls of spinach
almond milk
orange juice
water

I assume the above is blended to desired smoothie state.

Bye, I gotta gulp my eggs and go get Jim.

Can I use fucking in a title? Guess we will see.