From the Jill Schwartz Memorial Library here in the wilds of Connecticut, this is obscure

season two, Frankenstein.

I am your host, your friend, your lover, your literary, mansplainer in chief, and soon

to be Georgianologist, Michael Ian Black, big doings here in the wilds of Connecticut.

My daughter has graduated from high school, high school graduation is now over for both

of my children.

Now high school graduates, one in college, one about to go to college.

At the end of this previous week, we had a graduation party for her, which necessitated

the purchasing of food.

My dear wife Martha said, I should get enough food for 40 people.

We were going to order barbecue from a local place.

We did that, shout out to the wire mill, which is tremendous barbecue if you're ever

in the wilds of Connecticut.

And she said, we need enough for 40 people.

I said, I don't think there's 40 people coming.

She said, we need to get enough for 40 people.

And she ran the numbers with me and it did not seem like there were going to be 40 people

at my house.

It seemed like maybe there would be 25 or maybe 30 people.

I said, I don't think we need enough for 40 people.

She said, that's how much we need.

So unbeknownst to her, I ordered enough for 35 people.

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