Indulging My Inner Short Order Cook

Mardi Gras means the annual pancake dinner for the usual neighborhood suspects. I get to flap jacks and call everyone "Hun." Should really hang a half-smoked cigarette from my bottom lip, too, but half the guests would probably be scandalized. Lenten ablutions will include trying to finally meet a long overdue book deadline (just needs editing, but major editing). Blogging may be light depending how it goes.