Besides being the last day of marching band for the season, yesterday had another reason for being one of the most important days in history. Anyone care to guess? It was the birthday of Adolphe Sax. In honor of this momentous occasion, the saxophone section masticated birthday cake and sang "Happy Birthday" to Mr. Sax, and because I won the rock-paper-scissors tournament, I received the first piece which was oh so tasty indeed. Nothing hits the spot quite like a huge chocolate chip cookie with green and blue frosting.
This is the first weekend in a while that I've had to go without eating at IHOP. It's quite sad really. Last night's supper consisted of two different kinds of Special K and leftover chips and cheese dip from Lolita's. Now I'm trying to decided what to have for breakfast since the cafeteria has yet to open and the milk, which does not belong to me, is almost gone. I'm looking forward to some Panda this coming weekend.
A mother's love is a blessing
No matter where you roam,
Keep her while she's living,
You'll miss her when she's gone.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother
Far across the sea.
Write a letter now and then
And send her all you can
And don't forget where're you roam
That you're an Irishman.
Work awaits.
seashell
