Saturday is the one day a week I eat anything and everything. It allows me to say, the other days, "I'll get to you later" and add it to a list. Not that it's easy to keep up a diet while driving between cities, but at least I can keep one the rest of the time.
This morning, at the IHOP
with my daughter, there was a balloon man
named Mark Paskell. He had a few good jokes, a few unexpected surprises, and was entertaining. And my daughter got a green frog out of it. It made a nice Saturday morning breakfast, and was more fun than asking about my newspaper for her. I know. Low standard. Them's the breaks.