Jesus, is it lunch time yet??? Oh yeah, and whoever it was that tried to slip some plutonium 210 into my coffee yesterday, NICE TRY, but I can smell that stuff from a mile away so I tossed the coffee and got me a fresh cup.
Speaking of plutonium 210, I've got my first FFL playoff game this week and I've got quite the conundrum. I've got one wildcard spot open and need to choose from these guys: DeAngelo Williams, Leon Washington, Dominic Rhodes or Greg Jennings. Oh what to do what to do. I suspect this is going to be a key move for me so I can't afford to screw this up.
Speaking of football, last night at about 9:00 we (we being the YMCA Rehab Centre at large) lost all power. Poof. Normally this isn't so bad but it was about 735 below zero outside and we had 209 mph winds blowing in off the lake so it was RIGHT FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE which isn't the optimum time to lose your source of heat. For the life of me I don't understand how any towne in the US can lose power these days, it's not like it's the 1800's and they haven't quite figured out how all this electricity stuff works. I grabbed some extra blankets and built a fire in my oven (old Sunday papers burn nice and slow when rolled up nice and tight) and hunkered in for the long haul but luckily the power came on about an hour later, so we were all saved.
Gah... still an hour to go before lunch, which will be a giant vat of rigatoni, with the bonus side salad and garlic roll of course.
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