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The ceiling fan in my bedroom is out of balance. It drives my wife nuts, but I find it soothing and rythmic
One of my very best friends is the very best banjo player I've ever had the honor of playing with...
I think 'playing banjo' and 'being a good guy' are somehow related.
I think 'playing banjo' and 'being a good guy' are somehow related.
I sit down when I pee 'cuz, well, just 'cuz.
Unless I'm in a public bathroom.
Unless I'm in a public bathroom.
THIS morning...For the first time ever...5 years...I held all three of my grandchildren in my arms at the same time.
HOLY SHIFT!!!
HOLY SHIFT!!!
I can't have grandchildren; my dog is neutered. Although, I suppose I could just get more dogs.
Me too. Injuries combined with laziness, and the belief that more complete evacuation occurs when sitting.
I thinki "learned" that on Curb Your Enthusiasm.
My second gen iPad makes more mistakes withits predictive auto-correct than I do with my crappy typing.
See what I mean?
See what I mean?
I just prepared and consumed my favorite breakfast: 3 big fluffy Grands! buttermilk biscuits and 3 XL eggs fried over-medium, smothered in an entire package of Bob Evans sausage gravy, all stirred together into a nice tasty fatty gruel, plus four or five sausage patties on the side, orange juice, milk, and black coffee. Eaten while cruising TBOT. 
I feel very very very guilty. And a little stuffed. It's 10 am here, I think I'll skip lunch.
While waiting for my biscuits to bake, I fixed two fried eggs, toast, and sausage for my wife. She will clean up the mess; it's a deal we have, she hates to cook, I hate to clean. Works out pretty well.
Now I think I'm due for a drive in the porcelain bus.....
I feel very very very guilty. And a little stuffed. It's 10 am here, I think I'll skip lunch.
While waiting for my biscuits to bake, I fixed two fried eggs, toast, and sausage for my wife. She will clean up the mess; it's a deal we have, she hates to cook, I hate to clean. Works out pretty well.
Now I think I'm due for a drive in the porcelain bus.....
