When the heck did Campbell’s buy Franco-American? Franco-American made Spaghetti-O’s forever. After work, I went to Pick’N’Save to buy some dinner and decided on a can of Spaghetti-O’s (69c) and the check out girl, who was about a foot taller than me, seemed to smirk at me that I was buying sixty nine cents worth of food. Hey, if she gets entertainment out of people buying minimal amounts of food, then she picked the right register to work on, ten items or less. I’m some how disappointed that Franco-American isn’t on the label of the can of processed food I just ate. Tastes exactly the same, so I don’t really know why.

A glass of cold South African tea and a open can of cold Spaghetti-O’s shows both my exotic tastes and my enjoyment of simpler things. In this case “simple” means poor white trash. Chrystal saw me eating directly out of the can and asked me about not heating it up. I told her I’d be heating it up shortly, to ninety eight degrees, give or take.

It’s raining pretty hard. I like the sound of that. I might go to bed right now instead of doing anything else so I can fall asleep to that. Man, I love the sound of a good rain.