OK, so someone named Matthew stopped by the office the other day and asked for me while I was at lunch. He left this note without a phone number. I racked my brain, I racked my office mates’ brains. I even racked the brain of my patient wife, Colleen. Who in the world is “Matthew??? Please forgive me Matthew, whoever you are. I’ve drawn a complete blank and I probably know you really well and I’m just spacin’. If you’re reading this, please get in touch and I’ll remember, figure it all out, and I can apologize.
Now, I know this Matthew fella must know me. Probably knows me pretty well too. He’s obviously well aware of my absolute devotion and love for the almighty pancake. I loooooove pancakes. If I wasn’t already married, I’d marry a pancake. Lots of butter with any of the following: maple syrup, blueberry syrup, honey, pecan syrup, marionberry syrup, fruit & yogurt, just fruit (pretty much any fruit), powdered sugar and lemon (better with crepes or on a German Pancake), chocolate and ice cream or just about anything else you can think of. I love pancakes so much that one of my roommates when I was at The University of Arizona used to make fun of me and hide pancakes everywhere to remind me of my over-the-top obsession. They’d hide them in my bed, my coat pockets or in my shoes. Kinda strange putting your foot in a shoe, only to get stuck halfway by a squishy pancake. That still didn’t deter my love for the cakes though.
Aaaaannnyway, apologies again Mr. Matthew. Drop me a line or give us a call here and I’ll gladly take you up on your pancake offer. Any day, any time. Just say the word.
What we listened to in the office today: Aphex Twin’s “Pancake Lizard” and Tori Amos’s “Pancake. We also listened to a cool demo from Sleep Today and a recent “hot off of the presses” Cravedog manufactured Shane Holt CD. A good day for the ears all around.
Until next time!
MF
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