A couple of lifetimes ago, when my friends and I were running this six person theatre group in the woods on Maine (note - if one ever decides to be crazy enough to run a six person theatre group, the woods of Maine is not the best location unless one enjoys performing for squirrels and mosquitos), and living in a cabin with no heat or electricity and with running water hooked up from an outdoor hose...
Anyway, one of the cabins at this place was used for storing junk - not the cabin we were sleeping in, but another cabin, which was also used for storing junk. And someone had spray painted something like "David McNeil sat here and ate 500 slices of raisin toast." And for some reason that was one of the funniest phrases in the world, along with "hand painted dogs."
I have recerntly started eating raisin toast every day, and every day I love it more. I wish I could sit and eat 500 slices of it without stopping.
This morning is Saturday, and I slept in, and then Steve and the boys brought me breakfast in bed. For no reason. They came in and brought my raisin toast to me, in my bed, with coffee, so that I could enjoy it without leaving my warm covers. It was the most unexpected and completely wonderful thing! What a way to begin my day!