…but I sure did get a good case of the stomach virus going around my office.
On the bright side, I’ve lost 10 pounds and my time in the shuttle run has improved twentyfold!
Rock on, virulent evil strains, rock on.
So I can, uh, do this.
And, well, that’s about it.
Signing off from Charlotte, NC.
There will probably be a lull in the blogging around these parts, as tomorrow I’m off to the East Coast on business.
Back on the weekend, perhaps sooner if schedules allow and stupidity makes itself known to the news.
Update: As always, a good time was had by all. And I even woke up with no hangover, which is surprising after an RMBB.
Sucks, doesn’t it?
For those of you inexplicably using Internet Explorer, I apologize for the site being all craptastic the last couple of days, with everything centered on the screen.
Seems I forgot to close a tag on the Dogs Die in Hot Cars post down below.
Everything looked fine in my instance of Firefox, so I guess it’s smart enough to close open tags when rendering the page.
Because it’s not Microsoft.
Thanks for the heads up in the comments!
That was a lot of videos in that previous post.
I think I should probably get a hobby.
Completely Unrelated: “mild-mannered MILF.” I like it.
Also Unrelated: Hey, why not join in the Retropolitan’s Halloween writing thing-a-ma-booby? It’s rather like choose your own adventure, albeit two lines at a time. And nary a mention of MILF.
Since I’m on a video kick, let’s explore YouTube for videos that represent almost all of the tapes - single artist and compilations - sitting in the tape rack on top of my computer desk. For you kids out there, long ago, we recorded our music on things called “cassettes” and listened to them in machines called “tape decks.” We also had to crank them by hand.
Anyway, lots of video tunes below the fold…
Apparently one of my appliances has been speaking with Mr. Lady’s plumbing*.
I came downstairs this morning to find that our washing machine had become incontinent, puddling water in the laundry room. I sopped it all up with paper towels (it wasn’t of Noachin magnitudes), ran the wash cycle again, and discovered another puddle.
So, long story short, I went to Lowe’s and bought a new washer today.
No real point to this story, sorry, but it’s always fun to anthropomorphize Mr. Lady’s privates.
* Not her naughty bits, although I hear women like to sit on washers - she never sat on mine to my knowledge - but the plumbing in her home in Canada. Which is not to say that her biological plumbing isn’t worth having a chat with, because I’m sure it’s quite the conversationalist. Witty too.
Ten years ago today, at a garden in Wetumpka, Alabama of all places, I took the hand of a woman from a village with a giggly name and then - before friends and family - swore to have, to hold, and to make little babies with her.
I think I might be getting lucky tonight.
Of course, it has been ten years, so maybe not.
