I got this e-mail from my friend yesterday:
I have to let you know that your GERRRMANN PANCAKES OF HAPPINESS!!!!! saved my life yesterday. I had the worst day ever! I woke up at 4:30 am and couldn’t get back to sleep. I was freezing and the shower wasn’t giving me adequate hot water. There was no milk for my cereal. I had no clean clothes. Static took over my hair. I made tuna fish for lunch but didn’t have any bread to put it on. My car wouldn’t heat up fast enough. Everything that could go wrong at work, did go wrong. My throat was sore. I forgot my lunch. My co-worker was arrested over the weekend. I was stuck in traffic on the way home. My library books were overdue. I forgot to bring to trash to the road for pickup. I left the iron on. I forgot to put socks in my gym bag. The door on my mailbox was busted and my Bon Appetit magazine got soaked. And water leaked into my basement!
So I skipped the workout. Bundled up in blankets. Stared a new book, and ate GERRRMAN PANCAKES OF HAPPINESS!!!!!!! That pretty much kept me from hanging myself. So thank you.
It’s not that I don’t have any respect for Ryan’s profession, but let’s give credit where credit is due. Let us never forget the healing powers of the German Pancake.
