In which you download an MP3. Found this song browsing the iTunes music store today. I love this song. Used to have it on cassette back in the day… Lord knows where it is now. It’s Walter singing instead of Donald, which is rare, and it’s live. I love it for the lyric: Stars imploding […]
In which I’m late for work. Again. But there’s a mix for you to download! I neglected to change my PPC clock settings from ‘travel’ to ‘home.’ This means that when my alarm went off this morning, it wasn’t a quarter to eight. It was a quarter to nine, and I, as always, was late […]
In which vacation, like all good things, comes to an end. We left Laramie and went back to Boulder, taking I-25 this time since the highway we’d taken up was an eternally long strip mall. We went to BearMountain’s house to get Truck, but his luggage was all up at Ron’s. Mr B bitched and […]
In which vacation ends. Sigh. It’s Saturday, at a quarter to eight in the morning. We’re drinking coffee at the dining room table and hoping my mom will get up to see us off. We’re driving back to Ron’s to pick up Truck (since he decided not to stay in Colorado for a few weeks […]
In which we celebrate the holiday like typical Americans: by overeating, sleeping, and watching million-dollar movies on high-end entertainment equipment. Jay-rob and Mr. B slept most of the day yesterday. I sat around in my pajamas with my mom; she did embroidery, I knitted, we talked. I finished a skein of wool and was going […]
In which I continue to drink. Like. A. Fish. So far I’ve done nothing but overeat and drink like a fish. I think I’ve gained ten pounds and I haven’t even been presented with Thanksgiving dinner yet. Yesterday I did nothing but sleep. Well, except for the twenty minutes I spent making eggs and potatoes, […]
In which I blog from someone else’s computer. IN DENVER, CO. I’m in Denver with Mr. B. and Truck. It’s Monday evening, I’ve just had three cocktails at a biker bar called BoBo’s (where Truck almost overheard a drug deal in the men’s room and had The Fear). Truck, Jeffro, Mr. B – Bobo’s – […]
In which I freak out with excitement about enjoying a holiday with people I’m actually related to by blood rather than marriage. We’re taking a whole week and driving west. For Thanksgiving. Oh yeah. Early this coming Saturday morning we’ll be loading ourselves, our dogs, and Truck into a vehicle and driving to Colorado, where […]
