I could be doing so many other important things.

It's saturday and I awoke with universe-changing energy, y'know what I mean? One of those mornings that anything and everything is possible. I make it to the grocery stores, using the coupons before expiration. Ready to clean (turning the music up to cheer up the neighbors) and check my email. I get this fantastic piece and want to forward it to all my crazies. I do. Or so I think. The attachments don't follow and I'm hit with emails of "????". I begin to copy and paste the pix. Nightmares of work. I try to resend them in another format, failure. Aye, the toilet is getting farther from cleaning. Topeka! I have and idea! Post the little bastards on spatagram. Here we go. The title of this email was, "What Chef's Do When They're Bored." Off to the john.