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Hey, Nick!

I also can't find my post about buying a bracelet. What on Earth is happening?

I'm pretty certain that cone is filled with mashed potatoes. That's what they do to shoot ice cream ads. Using actual ice cream, across many dozens of takes, would result in a metric ton of soupy cream.

I just bought a bracelet with a whale charm carved into one of the beads. There's a QR code in the packaging that lets you track a particular animal with an app.

Drew would be the right height...but he doesn't have whiskers or red hair.

Yup, that's why I said "watched". Past tense. Hopefully, he can get some better roles (or at least a better script) in the future. Getting back on track, I learned that on September 9th, a new book will be released, titled "Pasta Girls", by Taylor Tracy. The story follows two girls, Romea and Julianna, who befriend each other at the San Genaro Festival, with the possibility of becoming more. Both girls live in New York City. Both of their families own a casual Italian restaurant...and then they realize the two restaurants are located on opposite sides of the same street. Yep. it's a queer, middle grade version of "Romeo and Juliet", dressed up with spaghetti and meatballs. As silly as it sounds, I'd love to read it once it's available.

The only reason I watched that show is because of the eye candy that is Gavin Casalegno.

Hey, Gary.

One of the whales surfaced a bit too close to the boat, so the pilot cut the engine. Our guide informed us that the whale was a female humpback. She rolled over to one side, so her eye was above the water level. She was probably curious about the tiny creatures on their floating thing. She stayed for two, three minutes or so, then dived down under the waves. We had to wait a bit before we were sure she was truly gone. I'll never forget that experience. The pupil of her eye was as big as the hubcaps on our rental car.

We went on a whale-watching tour yesterday. It was so amazing!

No.

We had pancakes for breakfast this morning, with marionberry syrup. (A variety of blackberry, which has notes of raspberry.) 😋

No, Gary made sure to include you.

Collateral damage doesn't count towards being nice.

I said nothing of the sort.

Yup! It's lovely, so far.

Well. At least the sea otters will have something more interesting to play with besides kelp.

Hey, Nick!

Also, there are new chapters available for my story.

I know someone who breeds pigs. Anytime I need bacon, ham or pork mince, I get it from him. A few times, I've even helped him prepare the pork belly that would eventually become bacon, so I know what he adds to the meat. Making bacon from scratch is certainly more labor-intensive, but well worth the trouble. 😋

New chapters are available.

The Dough and the Window Light Cira — second day of the week, associated with rhythm and learning. First Flame, early morning. Several dawns had passed. The city had dried. Cedric had said nothing about the old monk near the baker’s row, and neither had the boys. But the silence between them had shifted—less a shield now, more a waiting breath. They worked, rested, laughed—carefully. Morning arrived pale and slow, pouring in through the high bakery windows in golden

It's literally from South Park.

Love you, too, buddy.

Hey, Tea Bat. My family is almost ready for our trip to Washington.