Awful Incidents with Pancake Batter

The Steven had a craving for pancakes this morning. I mixed him up some batter from Mark Bittman's book but wasn't long until he lost interest and accused me of voodoo hexing his flapjack attempts. So Madame Leiderhosen took over the spatula, creating the Garfield Pancake:

Thank you very much. I'll be here all week.

For those readers who have doubted the existence of Fred The All-Knowing, All-Fashion-Critical Hummingbird, have some proof of the little *#%@!!!:

Ya know, he just looks like a full 2 grams of little sonofabitch, some kind of evil reincarnation of Edith Head. And he makes sounds like an unsatisfied washer/rubber combination that is enough to make one go back in the house and tidy one's hair a bit more and think twice about lipliner. Jerk.

Spinning has been going pretty well so here are some bragging photos:
Other than that, I can't say much more is new. I am dreading the work week Maybe I ought to put Garfield up on Ebay and retire to some sun-drenched paradise.
Love to you, Dear Reader.