In which you gotta check it OUT. My brother’s site is up. Meaning, it has content. Meaning, you gotta visit it. This post in particular fuckin’ cracked. Me. UP! Teh funneh! Teh ha-ha-ha! The not about beer at ALL! *giggle*
In which there’s a box in my box! Yesterday on my lunch break I went to the post office to check my post office box, and there was a ticket that said, ‘Parcel too large for box.’ Yay! I stood in line and the hawt red-headed postal guy took the ticket and in return gave […]
In which I relate the story of the holiday. Wednesday night it was dead as hell at work, but nine o’clock eventually arrived. I closed up, set the alarm, and once in the parking lot jumped into my brother’s waiting truck. We went to a bar. We went to another bar. We went to a […]
In which you sign up and we all exchange CDs and have lots of fun! My woman-hed Deboka is looking for new music, so I’m building this playlist the other day. I think, “I’m gonna send her one song for each letter of the alphabet! How fun is that!” Then I spend an hour having […]
In which I make book recommendations. For Varenya, who asked what she could read that might prove to be as engaging as McCaffrey’s dragon books, I recommend Temeraire: In the Service of the King, a yummy trilogy by Naomi Novik, …or one (or all!) of these Robin Hobbs trilogies: the Farseer trilogy, the Tawny Man […]
In which I went out and did things like a real girl. Saturday I slept in until ten, and then took Bindu and walked down town to the final Farmer’s Market of the year. There was a band, lots of veggies, lots of people with dogs, and food. I ordered a tostada-like item from a […]
In which the jeep shit the bed. Tuesday, I got the jeep from the mechanic for a mere $500 (*gag*) and was on the road by two. I drove 460 miles or so to Burley, Idaho – the jeep drove perfectly the whole day – and on the third try I finally found a motel […]
In which I’m sitting here waiting. I just spoke with the mechanic. He says he hopes to have me “back on the road by noon. Earlier, if we can manage it.” Check-out at the motel is eleven; if I’m very lucky they’ll let me stay an extra hour so I don’t have to wait in […]
In which who the hell knows with these late model vehicles. My alarm went off at the ass-crack of dawn: seven in the morning. I’d been up ’til one, so I hit snooze twice. When my brain quit throbbing, I rolled out of bed and was about to shower when I realized I don’t have […]
