A left-handed compliment
We’ve been trying to walk every day since the weather broke.
We’ve walked every day this month, and today we walked a total of 4.5 miles.
I had to do something, my fat ass creeped up to 260 again
Fortunately we found a dog park, off an improved walking path, in which to park
The first time we walked this path we parked in a shopping center at one end. Evidently the shopping Centre doesn’t appreciate that and issued me a $55.00 ticket.
Not a real citation, one from the company that manages the parking. I could get towed or booted if I park on one of their properties again, if I don’t pay.
Yeah…
Right…
They don’t make a ‘Denver Boot’ that big, and you’d need a tractor trailer to tow the Dude. Not that I’ll use any of your lots again purposely.
Yesterday, as we returned to dog park from our walk, I hit the men’s room.
On my way back to the where the truck was parked, I walked by a group of 7-8 city or county maintenance men. Thier white work trucks with the seal, backed in, parked in a row. They appeared to be just finishing the loading up of tools and were bullshiting, when one noticed me.
He turned to the other gentleman and said
“That’s what I’m going to look like when I get ‘old’!”
I must be getting soft.
There was a time when I would have quipped
“Who you calling old motherfucker?!?”
Please use the term media cave, - I hate the phrase man cave - it’s reductive and derogatory. As Sebastian Maniscalco said “my father had a man cave it was the house”
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
I’m guest-hosting for Greg tonight -
Here’s my page of notes from our a.m. phone meeting.
This is what we have as of now- see if the show resembles this map tonight!
“We’re here!”
Pulled in about an hour and a half ago.
I made the back in in one try, which isn’t easy as they fornicated the angle of my driveway. It was supposed to slant more to the angle of approach. I’ll fix it with decomposed granite and gravel this summer.
Once we got everything set up, we didn’t have power.
We called the power company, it had been turned on. Our second lot had power, of course. So we called around and got the main foreman of the park. They are still developing it so there are folks here during the week.
He came by and ended up replacing the 200 amp breaker. The old one had crapped the bed.
He complained about them buying the cheap ass breakers.
As we were setting up, my darling wife screamed bloody murder. I assumed she injured herself…
No…
It seems as if a GA field mouse is in for a big surprise next winter.
We will begin to settle in more in the next couple of days. For now, my formerly large behind is tired. I’m chilling the rest of the day.
