Again I can’t sleep.
We got our internet fixed. I got a new modem. I thought it was the modem, until they told me that it was good. Turned out to the modem anyway. I hate dealing with our phone company. It is always a long and frustrating process.
Again I can’t sleep.
We got our internet fixed. I got a new modem. I thought it was the modem, until they told me that it was good. Turned out to the modem anyway. I hate dealing with our phone company. It is always a long and frustrating process.
Tonight The Wife has an All Girls Party. So I got the boot. I’ve been out and about all night, killing time. I rode around on my scooter and took these pics, all one house.. This is what you call Overkill.
Here is a video for you, in compliance with the season of the year. 2 minutes and 37 seconds, by Anna and Arkadiusz Szafraniec, Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, on a glass harp. From Neatorama. You know I wouldn’t post it here unless it was very cool!
I have to go into work early to man the shop whilst others take some paddleboards to be shipped to Little Cayman
In other news, I couldn’t find my coffee cup this morning and I uncovered a diabolical plot to hide my coffee cup, therefore hindering my ability to drink coffee. The saboteurs were of course foiled when I found my cup washed and hidden in the clean dishes strainer. A brilliant plan, hiding it in the last place I would ever look…
I guess I’m feeling pretty dang goofy today. I can’t really tell how I feel, unless I have something to compare with. The blog is a good ‘test point’. Sitting here now, I can remember how it was siting here yesterday and days before.
It is really windy here today. I can here chairs and stuff rocking and rolling on the roof.
And last night I finally got to root for my Fathers New York Giants as they beat Dallas. It was a really good game, but I didn’t stay up much past halftime, I went to bed. Of course, since I wasn’t watching, the second half was much better than the first. I thought it was one of the best games of the season myself, that doesn’t mean I’m losing sleep over it though.
I do not know where this weekend went. I can’t believe it’s Monday already.
It rolled off the table,
and onto the floor.
And then my poor meat ball,
rolled out of the door.
It rolled through the garden,
and under a bush.
By then my poor meatball,
was nothing but mush.
But then the next summer,
There grew a great tree.
All covered with meat balls,
and Chef Boy Ar Dee!
Yeay! Wanna hear another one?
So from here it’s shower, and then emails. Then…