I fixed it...

I stayed here.

It's for the best, believe me.

My 'sitting-in-the-back' idea woulda worked, except for two things. Joisey law prohibits having having people in the bed of a pickup goin' down the road (and that's where Action is) and the load of hay they're supposed to be bringing back. Hay and fire, of ANY kind, do not play well together, especially not in the whirlwind ya get in the back of a truck.

It was gonna be fun enough trying not to burn my hair, let alone that mess.

Besides, George called and said that the lady who gave us Daisy, The Bigmouthed Little Damned Dog wants to come see her and take a horsey ride tomorrow, so... I'll be much happier, here alone, tweaking the house naked (did I say that? OUTLOUD??) with rock-n-roll blaring from these concert quality speakers on this pooter.

If, that is, I ever quit yakkin' to Eric via DirectConnect and get up from HERE...

Guess I oughta.

Heh... guess I oughta go take a coupla those Tylenol w/codeine first.

Friggin' residual headache.
Friggin' Jon.

Well, anyway... it's time to PEEL OFF THOSE PAMPERS AND PAAAR-TAY!!!

Oops.. sorry. Channelled a bit o'Robin Williams there.
Where IS that Tylenol?

Posted by: Stevie at 04:15 PM

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