Playing with your Food (not really)

The other night my Mom, who was very sick for about 6 weeks, took pity on me and let me out for a nighttime playdate with my sister Lucy. Now, if you know my Mom, you’d know that close-to-bedtime playdates are really a rare thing. Almost non-existent. But, as I said, she was very sick over the Christmas Holidays and some into January, so she’s felt pretty bad for me, being cooped up in my room a lot, and not allowed out. SO, I looked really sadly at her, and began to whine a little, and she said, “Ya know what Murph? You and Lucy haven’t gotten to play very much the past two months… just this once, I think you guys can play for a half hour before bedtime…” and she called Lucy and let me out and we had a great time. Although, while I was trying to figure out how to con Mom inot 15 more mintues, Lucy LICKED me. And as I have stated in the past, it’s all good until you lick your brother. BLECH. So I was done. But we had fun until then. If I could ONLY figure out how to get her to NOT lick me. She gets so excited for us to be playing that she can’t help it, I guess. (let’s face it, I AM good times and fun to hang out with, but that is still no reason to LICK me.)

At any rate, Christmas was quiet. I got a new lamp AND a new fuzzy bed for my room… Lucy got a Grover stuffed animal (she loves him) and a new play fort. A small one for upstairs in the office. It’s a triangle shape one too, so we kinda match. Who knew?  

My new Lamp. It's easier to read Kermit in the dark...  

My new bed

                       

                










But Mom was in bed for Christmas and New Year’s and more. 
Dad went around places without her. Me and Lucy sat around in her room with her, trying to cheer her up. I think we did a pretty good job. We hung out napping while she read through the Harry Potter series AGAIN. Dunno why she’s always reading those. I prefer watching Sesame Street, myself… Lucy too.

But Mom had what SHE called the Piggy flu and what is really called the H1N1 flu.I am very glad she’s better now – life was kinda boring while she was sick. ALTHOUGH, she was home for a bunch of weeks and that NEVER happens! That part made us happy.

Now she is back to playing games with me and singing with me and giving me treats.

We play a new game now… she picks out a really yummy special treat to put in with my food… (you know how this Murph digs a good treat) and she hides it in the bowl under my rice krispies or cheerios. I can find it REALLY quick. Then she claps and yells yay and I yell yay and it’s fun times! Today’s treat was a piece of waffle with jam on it. MMMmm MMMmmmm. Good stuff!

Well. Mom is back to work now, so she’s getting ready to go which means she’s taking the computer. I will listen to music as Lucy annoys me while Mom is at work and Dad is downstairs puttering around.

It’s good to back online! (I wonder if I can con my Mom into another playdate before bed tonight?)

Me & Lucy!

What to do when BOTH Mom & Dad abandon you...

So, I recently wrote about Mom going away for work and stuff. Little did I know that a week later both Mom AND Dad would leave… True, it was only about 28 hours… but this Murph panics when his food bowl gets low.
Lily (Grandma's Dog) Went to a Dog-sitter and me and the kid sister were left here… ALONE. now, aren't there some laws about this stuff????  (There isn't, Mom is, as usual, yelling at me from the other room… 28 hours is, in fact, perfectly acceptable for us to be abandoned… I mean left overnight.) I suppose me being 15 plays into this… but make no mistake, a Murph's gotta eat, and the three food bowls and two water bowls that were left for me were getting kinda low. Sure, Lucy's bowls were FINE. It figures, she's always gotta make me look bad.
…OK OK - she just doesn't eat as much as me… or panic about food… (I have GOT to write this stuff when Mom isn't around to Yell at me! SHEESH)

Lucy and I DEF have different eating habits. But, this Murph asks you… how was I to know that they'd be home in 28 hours and not like, next week? (OK MOM, I KNOW you told us when you left you would be home late the next night… sigh.) A guy still gets a little nervous when the sun goes down and his parents are still gone! Lucy was enjoying life without the Dog running around. They have kind-of an interesting relationship. Lucy loves the dog over-all… she follows her around… EVERYWHERE. she likes to play with the laser-thingy with her… they take naps in the same room… (tho, she won't take one next to her yet… just with me) but also, when the Dog barks, or runs in for food (the Dog is a Food-stealer) or she gets kinda whiny, Lucy freaks out - Lucy is kind of a mellow kitty for the most-part, but she is STILL a cat, and that means a little mild form of OCD going on, and Dogs are pretty much GO GO GO and they don't plan ahead. LUCY is a planner… she plans EVERYTHING. A day in the life of Lucy while Lily is spending some time here kind-of goes like this;

Lucy's Log:
8 a.m. - Mom is still asleep, Dog is in her Dog-bed. Brother is still asleep. Must explore downstairs before anyone sees me.

8:15 a.m. - begin downstairs window rounds…

8:17 a.m. - Dining Room Slidey door… all is well
8:19 a.m. - Living Room Window #1…all is well
8:21 a.m. - Living Room Window #2… all is well
8:23 a.m. - Living Room Window #3… all is well
8:25 a.m. - Living Room Window #4… all is well
8:27 a.m. - Kitchen Window… all is well

8:35 a.m. - check food bowls… note that there are not any smooshies in bowl, but there ARE crunchies in other bowl…

8:42 a.m. - go to basement gate and gaze through longingly, wishing I was on the other side of it…

8:50 a.m. - decide it's time to go upstairs and make sure Dog hasn't moved yet…

9 a.m. - after staring at Dog for a long time, making sure it was still asleep, climb on top of Mom, stretch out, and lay there for a few minutes, shifting weight every so often as to apply pressure to her bladder…

9:11 a.m. - jump up and run to bathroom when Mom finally gets up, waiting for her to turn on the bathroom sink.

9:15 a.m. - Whine a lot so that Mom lets me OUT of the bathroom

9:17 a.m. - check on Dog again and ignore my brother

9:20 a.m. - go back downstairs, hoping that Mom gets the hint and comes down quickly to feed me…

OK - so this is only like a little over an hour of a day in the life of my sister… she is high maintenance, I am just saying… now ME on the other hand has a slightly different schedule…

8 a.m. - STILL BE ASLEEP because it's still an unGodly hour to be UP…

9 a.m. - be annoyed with my sister because she's staring at the Dog…

9:11 a.m. - begin "Operation Squawks-alot" in order to get Mom's attention while she is getting up so I can get some grape-action going soon…

9:20 a.m. - KEEP squawking, making SURE Mom knows I mean business…

And so-on and so-forth… you get the idea. In one of my earlier blog posts I believe that I discussed the importance of being right AND doing things in a simple way… I want food: I SQUAWK MY HEAD OFF. I am hungry, there-fore I must eat. I am a simple Murph… I require food. Lucy gets all into being mysterious and spying on everyone, and sneaking around… making lists… keeping track of stuff. NOT ME. I just want breakfast… I don't need any entertainment to go with it… well, I suppose once-in-awhile I enjoy a good episode of Sesame Street while I eat - but it isn't necessary - I can eat in silence. I can eat with loud noises… I can eat while watching a show. I can eat while Lucy is whining. I can eat while Dad is running around and yelling about stuff. Long story short: NOTHING prevents THIS MURPH from eating.

Well. Mom and Dad DID come home from their 28 hour vacation, I didn't starve - I still had some rice krispies left in my Bowl, and the Dog has come back to stay for another week & a half…

SO, I suppose I survived… but it was touch and go there, for awhile…

R2-Murph-2, Princess Lucy, & Lily Skywalker...

What to do when your Mom leaves you with your Dad while she leaves Town…

 OK. So once in awhile my Mom decides to skip town. Ok, she’s yelling at me from the other room. She has to go out of town for work. And then she leaves my sister and I with our Dad. Now, it’s ok for the Princess… I mean my little sister… because she has Dad wrapped around her little paw… but for ME it means being stuck up in my travel cage without getting out to stretch my legs… no little cake crumb treats or graham crackies… no talking to me and blowing kisses. In Short, these times SUCK. I am just saying. You can’t sugar-coat this stuff.

When Mom calls Dad to say hi and check in, I try to squawk REALLY loud so she hears my pain and agony, but Dad tells me to shut up and ignores me.

Luckily, sometimes I can open my travel cage by myself. These are good times. But a guy can’t be too careful –I have to make sure that I can get back inside before Dad comes home… I remember one time, a few years back, we were still in the apartment… Dad came home EARLY and there I was, on top of my cage! CAUGHT! Boy, did I get a lecture THAT day. And Dad called MOM and TOLD on me. And then he put her on SPEAKER  phone so she could tell me how disappointed she was and how she worries about me ALL the time, blah blah blah and then she CRIED a little. Sigh. So now I have to make sure that I can get back inside. I can’t stand it when Mom cries – it makes ME cry. I HATE crying – especially in front of people. A guy has his pride!

Tubby Time Fun!

Anyway, long story short, This Murph doesn’t get his treats when Mom isn't around… and that’s never good… I am still trying to figure out how to keep her HERE and not leave… but so far I haven’t come up with anything stellar in that department. I guess I have to just wait it out and hope Dad remembers to feed me every day!

Right now, my grandma’s Puppy has come to stay for TWO weeks. This is gonna be a crazy couple of weeks! I better get some sleep!

Home Shopping and other ways to amuse yourself…

Well, the time has come to talk about one of the things that amuses me the MOST. My sister, Lucy…

Now, I had already been around for 12 years by the time she hit town… I was 12. 12 is a big deal in bird years… ok, so it’s no Big Bird… he’s 45 (although he acts 6, it’s in his contract…) It’s interesting, too, because I am 15 now, and I am supposed to have the average intelligence of a 10 year old kid, but I can go higher. I am actually pushing about 18 in human years – what can I say? I think that we already covered that I am smarted than Big Bird in my first post…

Lucy is a climber. Nothing wrong with this – I climb myself. In fact, I like to think that when she was a baby, I influenced her climbing interest… it’s a big brother’s job to influence younger siblings… heaven help my mom and dad if I ever get a human sibling (heh heh heh) but what amuses me about Lucy is her ability to be stealthy and steal stuff. (ok, if I am being honest, I really think she gets THIS from me, too… I am just not out enough lately to really teach her the big stuff… YET.)

She steals stuff from milk rings to twisties to shiny little baubles… pieces of paper (boring) Barbie Doll shoes… hair ribbons, hair scrunchies, hair bands… (I sense a theme) and lately, gum. Dunno why she’s been stealing gum lately, but she licks it a lot, then bats it around the room.

Me & my sister Lucy

Anyway, when I am down in my normal cage, I enjoy watching what she comes up with. Sometime soon I will have to teach her how to steal me some snacks… a cracker… some cheese… a grape… some pizza crust… WAIT – sorry, I went off a little. OK, so I call this watching my very own Home Shopping program… Lucy shops around, our Mom runs around the house trying to find everything she swipes (once she took Mom’s Bluetooth when we lived in the apartment…that was cool! Mom FREAKED OUT!) and I get ENDLESS entertainment from this. The BEST is when I have a full bowl of sunflower seeds, or some rice krispies… then I sit back and enjoy the show. Yup. GOOD TIMES.

Sometimes we Play Dress-up, but if you tell anyone
I will have to punch your lights out… I still have
the frying pan, don't test me...

However, all good things must take a break, and Lucy likes to nap. I, myself, and not above a nice little nap. Naps are 2^nd best to snacks! That’s right folks… a little snack… a little nap – wake up and take a nice bath… yell really loud when you’re done so your Mom gets you clean water… have a little drink… sit back and crunch your beak and make happy noises. This is the life. WAIT – I did it again… what were we discussing? YES  -  Lucy takes naps. Then I get bored. When I get bored I make games up. You know, like getting my dad in trouble… or trying to blame something I did on Lucy… or spending my energy trying to figure out how to trick my Mom into letting me out of my cage so I can hang out. This is always a good option if it works because if I am out, Lucy makes herself wake up from her nap and she comes and plays. And even tho I pretend she annoys me, she’s actually kinda fun to play with! Sometimes, she will shop around the house and bring me things to play with together. It’s pretty cool. Unfortunately, she gets so excited that sometimes she licks me. Then I am DONE. Finished… fin-uh-reeto… and I go back up to my playhouse on top of my cage, grumbling about it the whole way. MUSH. I HATE MUSH. Why do sisters haveta ruin perfectly good playtimes? Which reminds me – have I mentioned how many cousins I have? GIRLS. All of them but one. Poor Dad and I am SURROUNDED. Some of them were over the other day. I am sad to say NOBODY remembered THIS MURPH and gave him a snack. I blame my parents for this, tho. They stuck me up in their room because of the remodeling. Oh well… they came up to say hi (empty-handed, by the way… not a crumb amongst them.) which reminds me, I have to add “re-teach cousins how to bring #thisMurph snacks!” to my "to-do" list...

Well. There is a rumor on the street that Dad did some painting today, so I am hoping this means that I am closer to getting back down to the real world.  WOOHOO! Another thing I enjoy to amuse myself is watching TV. I love the Walton’s. I love Little House on the Prairie. I love Big Bang Theory and Friends… I love the View. I also watch a lot of CNN… (Hey, a guy’s gotta keep up on what’s going on in the world…) The last thing that I do to amuse myself is to chew up my Blue Fuzzy Bed. Ok. Yes, I know, I LOVE my fuzzy bed. But sometimes I am bored. And a bored Murph leads to a Murph getting in trouble. I TRY so hard NOT to get in trouble. But somehow, it always happens anyway. Well, it’s last on my list of things to do to amuse myself… but it’s on there. Hey, I get a new one to chew up…I mean sleep in… every year for Christmas. So we’re all good…

Me & my sister, Lucy, hanging out...

OK. It’s time to chew… I MEAN SLEEP now. So I will catch ya later!

Murph

Squawking til your beak falls off…

Ok. So we’ve discussed food…books…FOOD. Faking a fever, food. Today I would like to mention anger. This Murph has a lotta bottled up anger, I’m not gonna lie. I am a pretty cool guy mostly. Laid back… munching on snacks, watching my TV shows… playing with my cousins or my little sister. It takes a lot for me to get angry. BUT. Once I am there, you can’t calm me down. I mean I will squawk for an hour straight, NO MATTER WHAT you try to do for me to make me feel better. Advice to all of you out there – I Don’t WANT to Feel Better. I. Want. To. Be. ANGRY. So you should let me squawk it out. Once I am finished, I move on and life is cool again… I wish my parents would just get this – because I get yelled at…they throw a sheet over me…because, YOU KNOW, that will work well. They move me to a different room… they don’t learn to let me be til I am done. I dunno – maybe some day they’ll get it, but I have my doubts about that.

NOW I have been banished to the bedroom because they have decided to paint the living room and dining room…and some other work. They SAY they will do this. However, I was moved up here WEEKS ago and I am still waiting. I am all smooshed in my travel cage. Which is fine for a parakeet, but I am a Murph, and I have become accustomed to a certain way of living, and this is kinda cramping my style. 

By the time they finish the house I will be collecting Social Security. If anyone out there knows them, be my guest to give them a not-so-gentle nudge towards getting somewhere or I won’t ever make it back down there. As it is I don’t think that I will even recognize it when i DO get back down there! My little sister Lucy comes up now and again to fill me in. too bad I can’t stick a webcam on her – it’d be a lot handier.

 WELL. It’s time for spaghetti. This Murph is signing off… for now!

How to Pretend You’re Sick to get Attention or to get Someone in Trouble…

Do you guys like fairy tails? I will let you in on a little secret, but if you tell on me I will DENY it forever… I LOVE them! So check it out, this Murph is gonna tell you an even BETTER story. This one’s TRUE! Of course it stars ME. What kinda story is better than THAT?!

This story takes me back a LONG time…not to a galaxy far far away or anything… but it was pretty long. Before my Mom and Dad were even married!

You should probably be sitting down for this one. It’s very dramatic and you should get comfy. Maybe grab a snack? I should grab a snack…WAIT. Sorry, I was starting to tell my story. Well. About 13 years ago, my Mom and Dad began to date. Now, life had been pretty good, all things considering. Mom and I hung out every day when she was finished with work or school. We watched TV, she gave me food, I chilled out on her shoulder while she worked on the computer designing things or doing homework…I slept on a pillow on her bed… we were BEST friends. THEN (I always think that there should be an impressive drum roll here…) “IT” happened. My Mom and Dad started to date. I didn’t think much about Dad, really. Mom dated here and there. Sometimes she’d be gone on a date and come home late…but she’d get me out and tell me about her evening. It was all good. But DAD. Well. I could tell right away he was different. She talked to him on the phone. She talked to ME about him. She talked to my aunt Erin about him. She talked to EVERYONE about him. And when I met him…well, he didn’t seem that great to ME, but what did I know? I was only 3 years old… but pretty soon she was with him ALL the time. They went out, or they hung around home, but I wasn’t sitting with them the whole time. I got put to bed early. NO SNACK. I didn’t get to sleep on my pillow in the bed because I had to go to bed early. Life was beginning to annoy me. The last straw was when I heard something about moving out…getting married. Was she going to leave me behind?! I was kind of scared… I needed to take action! DOWN WITH THIS GUY! I launched into my plan...

Well. While we were staying with Grandma before this whole WEDDING and moving out thing, it was the end of winter. It was nearly spring, but still winter. And it was COLD. It’s ALWAYS cold at Grandma’s house.

Mom was gone all the time. She kept telling me she was looking at apartments with my almost Dad. All I knew is that guy was taking my Mom away from me and I wasn’t gonna take it anymore. It was either HIM or ME. And I picked ME. We had a pretty good life before he came along and ruined everything.

I heard Mom’s car pull into the driveway after work one night. She flew into the house, went down to her room, and she was talking to me…yelling up the steps while she ran around. “hey little Murph! Howsit going, buddy? I can’t stay…getting ready to go see an apartment!”

HA. Not if this Murph could help it! I got prepared. I jumped around a little and rumpled my feathers…I stretched… I got into position…

I heard Mom’s steps as she flew back up to the kitchen, and she came around the corner to the living room.

  “you’re awfully quiet little bud-“ she stopped dead in her tracks and FREAKED out. It was hard not to laugh, actually, but I kept it in… I was frozen to my spot, eyes glazed over… vacant look on my face…

  “MURPHY!!!! Buddy! Are you ok! What’s wrong!” Mom said to me in a hysterical voice. The panic and fear I heard kind-of made me feel bad, but I focused on my goal: get rid of this guy! For good measure, I let out a small sneeze… that did it! Mom was panicked.

  “MURPHERS! My baby! What’s happened! You’re sick! OMG! My little scoopers! My little boy!” Mom was trying to feel my head and she was upset. Poor Mom. But I couldn’t abandon the plan NOW. I was pretty close to the prize.

Her stupid phone rang while she was bringing me and my cage into the kitchen because, as she pointed out, it’s the warmest room in the house. Normally I squawked my head off when the phone rang, and I was SO good – NOTHING. Silence. She was upset when she answered. “OH MY GOSH my Murph is sick!!!! NO you don’t understand! He didn’t even make a PEEP when the phone rang! He’s been sneezing!!!!”

There was a silence on her end while she listened to Dad speak.

  “ok… yeah…ok… I will figure out where to take him…how long will you be?” she asked into the phone. “ok…thanks…” then she was crying. “ok. I will. My poor little Murph.”

She hung up as Grandma got home and came into the house.

Mom told her what was going on and THEN she said “Scott is on his way – he’s going to take us to the Vet! Poor little Buddy…”

The VET. Mental note – when pretending to be sick, don’t be SO good they take you to the Vet! EEP! Then Mom said “I need to run upstairs… will you take care of him for a minute?” Grandma said yes. Which is funny because she and I aren’t exactly fond of one another…

I was getting kind of stiff and cold in this pose, so when Mom left I stretched out and yawned…then I cleaned a few feathers.

  “YOU little FAKER.” Grandma said to me.

Oh well. The Jig was up. It was only Grandma. “You scared your Mother half to death you big faker.” Grandma told me.

I laughed and she frowned. “you’re a bad boy.” Well, I supposed maybe I was… but I needed Mom to stay home with me. I missed her.

  “How is he doing!” Mom asked, running into the room. OOPS. She saw me. My cover was blown. I went back into my position anyway, in case she didn’t see me. I even sneezed again.

No dice…she was on to me.

  “MURPHY! You bad boy! You scared Mama SO MUCH! I was freaking out!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FAKED!!!!”

long story short… Mom went apartment hunting with Dad anyways. BUT she DID come home early that night. With some leftover fruit salad from her supper.

  “well buddy.” She said, sitting down with me in her room. “I suppose I have been gone A LOT lately. I am sorry you were so lonely that you pretended to be sick. But PLEASE don’t do that any more, ok? I was terrified something was wrong with you!”

I moved closer on her shoulder and gave her a kiss and cuddled up to show her I loved her.

Then she pet me a little and told me how she and Dad were looking for a place for all THREE of us to move into…and that she’d never leave me. That helped. At least now I knew I’d be going too!!!! Although I wasn’t too sure about this “Dad” guy yet… which takes me into the next story…

The first few weeks after Mom and Dad got married, Dad would come into the bedroom to get ready for bed. I was already there in my cage, in my new bed that they bought me. It is all fuzzy and comfy. I know I know, you’re going to tell me how I don’t like anything fuzzy. And I will deny this too – BUT I LOVE my fuzzy bed. There. I said it. Anyway, it still wasn’t as good as sleeping on my pillow with Mom. But this Dad guy was on my pillow now. So I got a fuzzy bed in my cage. Hmmm. I got the short end of the stick AGAIN. Maybe it would be fun to get Dad in trouble a little. I thought that sounded pretty good. So every night Dad would come into the bedroom to get his stuff together for the next day and get ready for bed. Mom was packing her lunch for work. So after a minute or two, after Dad had come in and said “hey buddy” and began his routine, I’d sneeze. LOUDLY. Once or twice.

Then Mom would come RUNNING into the room and I’d cry a little. And in a scolding voice she’d say to Dad “WHAT did you do to make him cry?!”

Heh heh heh. I admit it. I got A LOT of chuckles outta that one. Ah. Those were good times!

Eventually, Mom was on to me for that too. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted! Dad and I came to a pretty good understanding one day after we shared some cake. Once we learned how much the other one loved cake, we figured out that the other one of us wasn’t so bad after-all. Which is good because we ALSO share the same birthday. Oh well…ya can’t win ‘em all!!!!

Looking Pathetic Enough for Someone to Feed You…

First of all, let me start out by saying, this Murph knows food. This Murph LOVES food. That being said, it isn’t always easy to GET food. Like Yogi bear, Garfield, Shaggy, & Scooby before me, my entire day truly consists of trying to figure out: HOW to GET food. When your Mother has you on a special meal schedule, it’s often hard to figure out different ways to entice her into giving you a treat. When you really want some lasagna and she gives you sunflower seeds, rice krispies, and some cut up grapes, you have to channel your inner Artful Dodger and go for broke.

I watch a lot of food TV. So I think that if I was able to get in the kitchen and cook myself, I’d be eating high on the Hog. Or maybe I’d EAT the hog… just kidding on that, I am actually a vegetarian like my Mother. My sister Lucy is a flesh eater like my Dad. That’s ok – I don’t actually want to eat some of the gross stuff that’s in her bowl. I leave them to their dinners happily.

I admire the Rat in Ratatouille- I think his name was Remy (I have a cousin in France named Remy, but he’s not an actual Rat) anyways, where was I? Oh yeah… Remy the Rat who cooks. I’d love to get on in there and cook something… Pancakes, Lasagna, veggie burgers, cream of mushroom soup…(I am joking, as I have never actually had any cream of mushroom soup, but my Mom likes it.)

Alas, I am only allowed to hang out in my Room while Mom cooks. I keep her company. Sometimes she throws a snack at me, sometimes she tells me it’s almost dinner time, so suck it up. I watch a lot of Scooby Doo Reruns, and those always make me hungry too. And Buddy- the Cake Boss. Mmm. CAKE. The ONE thing my Dad and I have in common: Cake. YUM.

Well, since I am not allowed to cook, and really, how would I even get into the kitchen, out of my Room, to even try? So this leaves trying to look pathetic and hungry.

It’s something that is hard to learn – you really should leave it to the experts. You have to kind of look droopy and sad… and lean on something… sometimes I have to stick my head in my empty bowl and cry… sometimes I do cute tricks and blow my mom a kiss… she’s a sucker for me blowing her a kiss!

There are times when my cousins are over. They’re easy marks. All I have to do is talk to them, or dance…do a little trick… they’ll throw me food any time Mom isn’t looking. I LOVE it when they come to stay. It’s GOOD TIMES for this Murph. And they’re entertaining to watch, too – it’s like dinner AND a show around here! And sometimes, when they’re here, Mom will give me treats JUST BECAUSE they’re visiting. Oh yeah. It’s all good!

I’ve been reading some family cook books in between Big Bird’s book… I am dying for Mom to make pancakes again – they were SO awesome. Mmmm. Now I am hungry. In honor of being hungry, I will post the recipe!

And anyone who wants to make them for me, I won’t stop ya! Hey, a Murph’s gotta eat!!!!!

My Mom's Great Grandma's Pancake recipe - legendary in our family!