It is 4:48 a.m. This is generally not a time on the clock I usually see. At least not for any good reason. But, it appears in a moment of pure insanity a few weeks ago, I agreed to let Little Sunshine have a slumber party for her birthday. I mean, really, how hard could it be? Girls are the gentler sex. They are predispositioned to be dainty and clean and genteel. They are sweet and quiet. LIES, I TELL YOU, LIES! Let me back up a little bit. In the aforementioned moment of insanity, I apparently also agreed to assist El Hubbo with a brisket/pork butt smoke. So, on Thursday night we smoked pheasants, german sausage, ears of corn, 12 briskets and 12 pork butts. This is an all-night process, that admittedly I work only until midnight. El Hubbo stays up all night. I get up and get him coffee and breakfast and resume assistant duties until everything is done, packaged, delivered, cleaned up. So, this process began ...
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