Resuming Normal Service
You see what happens when I get serious? All hell breaks loose - and from all accounts, it breaks loose in a hand-basket. Who’d have thunk it?
Anyway, HASWOE and I are heading off this evening to Chicago for a long weekend of fun with A’Hottie, Daisy, Enabler, Namby, Grace, and a cast of thousands. There will be much drinking, much hockey watching, much eating, and even a little business to attend to, checking out apartments and some job schmoozing on the part of HASWOE, but more about that on our return. I’ve mentioned a gazillion times how cool I think it is that a small population of Chicago are now Penguins fans, but now I actually get to share in that fun too. The fight songs, the attempting to silence Namby, and the much drinking of the beer.
But, I haven’t packed, I just had a haircut that was waaaay shorter than I asked for, but it’s summer, and as AH said, it will grow. But back to not having packed - I haven’t, and I really should, as we’re leaving for the airport in about 3 hours or so, and I still need to pick HASWOE up from work, and still have a couple of errands to run as soon as I pick her up. So I probably shouldn’t be writing this post, but then how would you have knownnnn??? You see my dilemma?
OK, off to pack and wait for the HASWOE pick-up call. Does anyone need me to bring anything?
I could use a bag of money. And a new suit. And some pretty cuff links. And a red rider BB gun.
Well, it’s too late now - I’m on the plane. I do have a gift for everyone though, and quite possibly the crappiest gift imaginable, next to trash. Well, it kind of ‘is’ trash, but still - gifts!
And of course, you know you’ll shoot your eye out. (As a side note, that movie had never been shown in the UK by the time I left for it’s portrayal of minors and firearms. Yup!)