Random Nugget. Then Christmas Lights. Then Mead and Wenches!



I'm like a moth to a flame
when it comes to bright colors.

 Work. It was an interesting night. Glad it's over. I've got to figure out why the heels on the bottom of my feet are so sore. I'm pounding Advil everyday, but it just kind of dulls the pain, it perseveres. Perhaps inserts? New shoes? Definitely wouldn't hurt me to drop about a buck-fifty if you know what I mean... I'm blaming that first and foremost. I'm a big hunk of man-love. I think my feet are mad at me for being so "hunky." Anybody want to be a workout buddy?

Made a grocery store run. I hate that place. I spent a hundred bucks and feel like I really didn't even get anything. I'm just glad I ate a big lunch before going, otherwise the damage to the wallet could have been really catastrophic. Never, never, never let me grocery shop while hungry, especially after work. It's bad... real bad. Things end up in your cart that sit in the pantry until the school food drive comes around.

Came home to find that room had been ransacked by a little guy. If you learn tomorrow I'm suddenly childless... you'll know why.

And Finally...

I've decided I don't have enough Christmas lights in my life. I need Christmas lights strung like EVERYWHERE. I need them all year. Back in the Bham apartment, since we didn't have a yard, we decorated the walls and ceilings with Christmas lights (only during the holiday of course). It would have brought a tear to Clark W Griswold's eye. We didn't have to use normal lighting... nor run the hear for that matter. It was the greatest thing ever. Hmmm... maybe I'll find the staple gun tomorrow. Mwa Ha Ha Ha!!!  (Just Kidding Mom!)

Well, there's a few random tidbits about the day.

Tomorrow I challenge you to enter somewhere... anywhere... and proclaim at the top of your voice: "I've come for your wenches and your mead!!!" 

It's a hit. Let me know how you fare.

Later!

-Simpson