The sun has decided to be there once again after the earth had rotated around to us again. ugh.

The sun has decided to be there once again after the earth had rotated around to us again. ugh.

Jesus, the sandwich, sat by the young sprouts when I came down to feed the baby.  "Have you been neglecting these guys?" Jesus, the sandwich, asked.

I didn't know what to say.  I was curious how Jesus, the sandwich, happened to be there, but honestly, I'm just too tired to care.

"You know, I have a really good question for you that some one asked me," I said.  "For being god, you sure seem to only give a shit about plants.  Why is this?"

"Oh," Jesus, the sandwich, said.  "God, huh?  Did I say god?"

I nodded.

"Well, I may have exaggerated that a bit," Jesus, the sandwich, explained.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, my name is Jesus, but it's pronounced Hey-zoos," Jesus, the sandwich explained.  "I'm actually a gardener from Mexico."

Well, that explained the accent.  Huh.  Suddenly, the idea of eating a mayonnaise filled, sweaty, Mexican Gardener sandwich made me not feel so good.

I left Jesus, the Mexican gardener sandwich, with the sprouts.  I have to admit, it seemed odd all of a sudden to have a sandwich talking to me, but on the upside, I can go back to being an atheist who doesn't believe in god.  This works for me.

I went out to the kitchen and found the imp in the sink that was overflowing.  He was using a plastic dish as a raft and lounging under the light in Jams™.   I yelled and he jumped up and flew behind the microwave.  I turned off the water and unclogged the drain.  Fucking imp.

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