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Food, Butterflies and Zombies

Hey, everyone. What are y'all doing up so late? It's three o'clock in the morning here. I have been playing Plants vs. Zombies 2 for hours, today. It is a cool game, for sure. I made it to the Pirate level. I have a new weapon for my arsenal of plants. It is a fire-breathing snap dragon. When you feed it plant food, it rises up on its wings and sprays fire over three rows, reducing zombies to black embers. It feels mighty satisfying when you trigger it off. There is a peg-leg zombie. He has a parrot that carries him around. The parrot will snatch your guys off the board, which is counterproductive for you.
    There are other zombies who roll barrels toward your lines. They have Long John Silver hats and the pirate do-rags on their heads. It is most amusing.
    Don't think I haven't done anything else today. Nooooooo. I went out with Carley and ate mass quantities of food. We went to Outback Steak House. She ate some Pork Tenderloin, so tender that she cut it with a fork. I settled for ribs and chicken, baked potato loaded with cheese, butter and sour cream. (I'm on a strict diet.) (Not) We shared a dessert sampler. It had cheesecake with raspberry sauce, a chocolate brownie with fudge sauce (and ice cream) and some carrot cake. I drank coffee with the sweets and had a frosty mug of beer with the ribs.
   I was surprised to learn that Outback has quit serving Blue Mountain coffee. They now get their coffee from Coca-cola. I didn't know that coke made coffee. It was good but not as good as the Blue Mountain brand.
       In my front yard we have a butterfly bush that reaches above the roof of the house. This odd plant actually attracts butterflies, hence the name. It also attracts hummingbirds but they didn't have a competent agent so they didn't get their name in the title. Ha,ha. Anyway, I thought I'd use a picture of the bloom and the butterfly for the post tonight. Pretty, huh? Some of the blooms are a foot long and as big around as your arm.
    I tried to watch a bit of pre-season NFL Football tonight. They were flashing small ads on the screen during the game, so I just turned it off. I quit watching baseball for this reason. So far,  the NFL has not allowed them to show commercials during regular season games. When they do, I'll quit watching the NFL. I am somewhat jaded on sports in general.
     In closing, let me say that I want the people who make Plants vs. Zombies 2 to update the game to include my Butterfly bush. In pursuit of fairplay, I want hummingbirds to fly out of it and attack zombies. They could further soothe the hummingbird lobby if they called it the hummingbird update. It would be like a sweet-smelling balm to salve the bruised egos of the tiny birds. This would make things more harmonious, here at the author's green retreat.
    I'm CE Wills, prolific gamer, eater, bird lover, slayer of zombies, etc.
P.S. I was going to go see the Harrison Ford movie called Paranoia after our meal, but I was afraid someone was watching me...  Hey, it's a joke. Actually the timing was a bit off. Goodnight.

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