Seabreeze was a lot of fun, the three year old went on quite a few rides, and we even went down the river tube ride three times (it was three feet deep, and slow moving, with lifeguards a plenty). I did notice that modelesque bikini wearers are very rare, though most of the bikini wearers looked good enough, I sure wasn't complaining. Quite a few were jailbait, I'm sure.
Too soon it was time to leave if we wanted to make the Wednesday night swim class, and girl-across-the-street did (I'm thinking I need her SSN, she's practically a dependent). By the time we got packed up, changed, and said goodbye to friend of parents (who's dad I inherited my tap from), it was late indeed, but we made it to the Y in time. Mrs. Ha agreed to watch the girls, while I did the dinner duties. However, the goat was getting inspected, so I had to take the Kawi out grocery shopping. I can fit corn, sausage patties, hot dogs, a bell pepper and rolls in my backpack. I need saddlebags. But any excuse to ride is a good one, though I might have preferred the goat today, as thunderstorms are forecast, but the goat is getting a new axle.
Had we more time, I would have cooked the pepper and onions longer, but they were still as scrumptious as a teenager in a bikini.
Slashdot held hostage: Day Three
For the third day, our webfilter thinks the sections of Slashdot are chat rooms. So, apple.slashdot.org/$story_url is blocked as chat, while the same url, minus the apple prepend, works. Good thinking, my job involves supporting any computer platform that outputs PostScript or acts as a file server, why would I need to keep up to day on the latest computer gossip. For instance, MS freeing SFU saved my ass in Houston, had I not read /., I would have never know. Idjits.
Fetid fumes in the morn
I started my day crouched over a foul and fetid shrine. Going to bed last night, Mrs. Ha said the upstairs toilet was draining real slow. Rather than rely on the kids to not use it, I decided to tackle it this morning. Wonderfully, the last dump never went all the way down, so I got to snake very foul water. It may have been girl-across-the-street flushing wipes, or maybe Mrs. Ha. Geh.
$product_to_save_company vexes me again
We have a group picnic this afternoon, but I shall be missing it to meet with engineers of $product_to_save_company from the sticking plastic to paper part of that $product. It deals with a very long problem, so anything to get rid off it.
I suspect Mrs. Ha's thyroid meds are off, she's very tired, which sucks, it brings along the concomimant libidinous decrease and the concominant workload increase for me.
Every man wants a motorcycle
Mom-Ha was discussing Dad-ha, and said he always wanted a motorcycle. I'd recommend a Burgman or Aprileo scooter, since his knees aren't that great, but I doubt they would go that far. But, it made me think, and I suspect every man wants a motorcycle. I don't know if it's the fun, the load, the rebellious nature, or the between the legs throbbing phallusity, but I suspect most men do. Vote in my poll.
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