So we were headed to the Blue Ridge Mountains for Memorial Day weekend. Michele only had to work half a day Friday and we thought we would be getting a jump on the traffic. Wrong! We reached the HRBT (Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel), or tried to reach it. About six miles before it there was dead stop traffic. We were in my truck with the two dogs. I had lowered the back seat so that there was just cargo space in…
Did you ever wonder if yellow traffic lights are in cahoots with red traffic lights? Yellow: Oh OH! Here comes Lee. Get ready Red …. NOW! Red: BAM! Got you sucker! LMIAO! (Laughing My Incandescent Ass Off) Green: You guys are a couple of jizz waffles. Thanks Green. You’re the best. Wanna go to IHOP? (Because they serve pancakes. Not jizz waffles.)
While I was driving to get lunch I heard 99 Red Balloons and Take on Me on the radio. I think I accidently activated the flux capacitor and went back to 1986. Hey, 1986 me, don’t date the chick that carved your name in her leg with a razor blade. Sure, it starts off fun but dude you already know she carries a razor blade. I actually did go back and warn myself, and by this I mean I was…
So I am what you might call OCD/C. The second C standing for Casual, in that I sometimes have OCD tendencies but I don’t go full bore Sheldon Cooper. In order to not go all Sheldor I’ve made an agreement with myself that I can do one dumb/useless/repetitive weird thing a day. Like open and close the door twice, or touch a spot on the wall, or flip the light switch on and off more than once. But once I’ve…
OK, are we live? I kind of feel like Robocop when they first tried to boot him up. Much like that, I am sure we are going to experience many technical (and other -cal) difficulties with my brain plugged into a blog. But even Robocop eventually got it together after eating some baby food and stabbing the bad guy with his unnecessarily sharp data probe. Just to clarify, I’m talking about the 80’s version Robocop. I never saw the new one. Did…