Pretty PO'd today. We are having a morning brunch for our neighborhood, about 25 homes, because we thought with the world ending yesterday we would be off the hook for this morning. Wake up to find out some goofy a%$ Mayans screwed up royally and I am now scrambling to try and come up with some eats for everyone. If you can't trust the Mayans, then who can you trust?
My hunch is they put Congress in charge of ending the world and we know they could never get things done right so I should have known we'd still be around and kicking.
I'm not Kelt, so our menu may be jerky, some local weeds I'll pull and tell everyone they're collard greens, and nachos with habanero sauce. That should get them all out of the house pretty fast. In fact, I may make it a theme party and serve Tang and tell everyone they are astronauts.
Merry Christmas to all!
