In order to avoid a massive writer’s block, I’m going to write about dinner tonight. I had what one of my dead Uncles, called, “Chai-Knee”. His name was Chris, and he had Down’s Syndrome. I never knew him for long, but I quote him a lot in memory. Anyhow, I hate Chinese food, or any Asian food, for that matter. But, I do tolerate General Tso’s Chicken and Crab Wontons. So I had that, and a Dr. Pepper because they had no Coca-Cola. At a Buffett. That served Chinese food. I was bored to tears after two plates. My Mom had about 3, then on the way to Wal-Mart to pick up kitchen supplies she was groaning because she gorged on too much food. We came home, and a living family heirloom named Bob called. We are still talking as of now. I will discuss Bob on a later note, in the future sometime. I now must return to the conversation before Mom hogs the phone.