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I've had this inexplicably weird craving for pancakes today. And I don't even eat pancakes all that much. I go to IHOP - The International House of Pancakes - and order french toast. Pancakes are just not my favorite thing. (Pannekoeken, on the other hand...well...I'm just talking about good old American flapjacks here.)

Yet right now, I want a tall stack of them with syrup. And some bacon. And a tall glass of milk. No idea why.

So...maybe this weekend, there will be pancakes. And not necessarily for breakfast.

If we get Rich over to help us paint (he offered, and so did Kathy, if I babysit Beck, but I need to be here in case errands need running), I swear to God, I will cook pancakes all day. All the pancakes we can eat.

But maybe by tomorrow my pancake craving will go away.

I can only conclude that it's from the box of Bisquick in the pantry. There is a tall stack of blueberry pancakes on the box.

In other news, Lance asked me what I wanted for Valentine's Day. Honestly, I would really like not to spend V-Day painting. But what can you do? It's a long weekend for Lance and the best time for us to do it. So I told him to get me a gift card from Lemon Drop, so I can have what I've desperately wanted for so long - a massage. I had a massage once back in grad school - a birthday present from my roommate. And it was amazing. I felt like jello afterwards. I completely melted. It was a delicious feeling. And I've been so stiff and tense and sore lately that I think I really need one.

Of course, I have no idea what to get him...and I still owe him hockey tickets from Christmas.