It's 12:30PM and my current location has not made it past the kitchen; well more accurately the kitchen table. A sweet aroma of syrup and body satisfying substances filled my nostrals as I woke this morning. My eyes shifted about my bedroom as thoughts ran rampant through my pea-sized brain; just wondering what could that humble odor could be. Folding the upper-right corner of my large body consuming blanket to my left, allowing just enough room to slide out from underneath my sleeping throne, I scanned my bedroom for a garment to slide over my under-gutchies; blue Nike gym shorts, there wasn't enough time for a shirt. Creeping down the stairs with dangling fumes looming about, I knew that I had to, just as Tucan Sam does, follow my nose. I rounded the corner at the foot of the steps and to my wonderful suprise, a steaming pile of freshly concocted pancakes rest on a warm plate upon the stove. I knew that this was going to be a good day. Enjoy yourself.


Nathaniel Drew Kimmel


If it were possible to stop time, I'm not so sure that I would. Things happen for a reason---Nathaniel Kimmel