The missus is spending the week traversing our gentle giant to the north - a few days in Vancouver, a couple in Edmonton - so I laid in my equivalent of hurricaine provisions: a five-pound bag of pistacchios and two quarts of rocky road. Turned the a/c down to 68, put all the toilet seats up, and plopped down in the blue chair, worshipping at the pedestal of Sweet Sir Sony, wondering why no one has yet introduced Tuesday night football? Step up America! Opportunity knocks!
Will go out to the lake this afternoon with Greggy, see if the boat is still floating. Too cold already to jump in and scrub the pontoons. Prolly just crank up the music and offend fellow marina mates. Arrgh! Should have gone yesterday, International Talk Like A Pirate Day!
Trying to get a new building off the ground for the Tribes. They're making it as difficult as possible, what with tribal hiring regulations, artifact and antiquity discovery requirements.
Met with new car wash tenant, who opened his Mercedes' trunk for some reason, in which I espied about a hundred pair of Nikes, still in their boxes. <sigh> The names change, but the faces stay the same.
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Tuesday night football would never fly because that's the night of Big Brother and The Amazing Race!!!
Rocky Road sounds goooood. Very gooood.
Speaking of the car wash people, what was their old slogan again, Pops? I still want a T-shirt!
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