Wednesday, August 31, 2016

If every pork chop were perfect...

...we wouldn't have hotdogs. 

And that is how my day is going. I got yelled out by a friend, although that's worked out by now and didn't have much to do with me. I have been waiting all day to take my car into the shop, but time and tide got away from us. It happens, I'll get it in tomorrow. I've written my trivia and now I'm trying to find a ride to work, as one does. I have faith, it'll happen, just have to get all the ducks lined up and marching straight. 

A day of minor inconveniences but nothing worth fussing about. I feel sort of jagged, but in the mood to laugh with friends. Luckily, it's karaoke night, so that's a given. 

Blah blah blah, sis boom bah. 


  1. Exactly. And don't you think this disturbance of approaching storm is roiling more than the tides? Or is that just me and my own day of nothing worth fussing about but still leaving me feeling so very, very fussy?
    Have fun tonight. And lots of it.

    1. Warning: drunk while typing.

      The disturbance didn't fuck mushc with me, but drunk.

  2. Pc's & hd's love then both!
    Some days are just like that. Hope the car repair turns out to be less $ than you thought it would be.

  3. I had the most perfect pork chop for dinner tonight. A dry spice rub, fried and topped with salsa. But I do like a wiener now and then.

    *that's what she said

  4. I may be able to make a sammish.

  5. I miss your entries Hank. I hope you'll start writing again soon.