It’s sanni-licious

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QUAKE

Back in the 90s my parents, my ex-boyf and I used to play Canasta once in a month. Lots of fun, lots of food and LOTS of alcohol were part of that one special night. We went to bed some minutes earlier - the earth started shaking, the bed did, I did. I was so plastered I thought some more or less little creatures were coming my way to haunt me… thrill me, kill me, grill me. Seconds later the whole fuss was over. Me? I couldn´t sleep, still waiting for the creatures to come.

Next morning my parents told us we´ve had a minor earthquake the night before. A 3.2 magnitude as far as I can remember… the first earthquake in my life - the earthquake that made me stay away from alcohol for a looooong time. I´ve never ever been that drunk again - and I´ve never ever played Canasta agian.

However, the above mentioned earthquake wasn´t me… the 2.8 magnitude in Bremen, Germany (April 03, 2008) wasn´t me… but… well, I´ve been to that place which must not be named today in the morning… the enemy under my feet told me something like: “This scale is NOT produced for trucks or elephants!” -

See, Hamster 2.0 is growing, my belly is… and the rest of me… well, is growing, too. If you fell the earth move under your feet… this could be my fault. Ooooops… sorry. Another great reason for me to stay in bed: Avoiding earthquakes…

Happy Manic Monday, peeps!

Coffee and cake anyone?

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:

Homer: You’ll have to speak up, I’m wearing a towel.