Ahh...it's been a few weeks, but I'm back to bloggin' like in ye olde tymes! Sorry for the massive gap there - my job has been morphing into something altogether different due to my boss getting promoted and a new lady movin' in, and I've been quite busy.
The new car is pure magic, and I love every second of it. No pictures yet, because, well...I haven't taken any yet. They're comin', though.
There is a really stupid product that becomes available during the holiday season, and it's called turducken. Yes, turducken. It's a chicken stuffed inside of a duck stuffed inside of a turkey. Mm-mmm. Or not. Kinda weird, really. And somewhat gross. Who thought of that? The reason I bring up turducken is specifically because of the dogs. I think four dogs would be much easier to maintain if I could stuff Ziggy into Tula into Ally into Ti. Still contemplating the tools/lubricants needed to perform this feat, however...
I've been playing a lot of golf lately, and I'm pleased to say that I've improved my average score by about 4 or 5 shots. I'm shooting between 90 and 95 every time. No, I ain't great, but it's pretty cool to see myself getting better. Since none of you give a rat's patoot about golf, I will now change the subject again.
There has been some kind of alien swamp moss that took over the pool the last time it rained, and I've been spending way more time than seems acceptable trying to defeat it. A little over a month later, I'm beginning to think that the moss may win. It's sorta like the bog on Dagobah (calling all Star Wars nerds), in terms of general murk, though I haven't seen any tentacled, bug-eyed critters swimmin' around. Yet.
That's about it in the "what's goin' on with Sam right now?" category. Pretty boring, I guess.
Julia wants to go get Taco Cabana now, so - sorry blog readers - drive-through fajitas await.
Excelsior!
I fully support you in the aforementioned dog-stuff tactics.
ReplyDeleteOne stuffed dog in heaven is better than four regular dogs in heaven...
None of your blog readers give a rats patoot about golf? I think that myenlargedbangs would beg to differ ...
ReplyDeleteAnd for the record, I don't give a rats patoot about golf - that is true.
Well, I'm here to say that I give both rats and patoot about G-O-L-F. I am still trying to fathom how good Tiger Woods is. I wish I was that dominate in something. "Oh, look out for myenlagedbangs, he kicks some serious ass at...(fill in the blank)" That would be cool.
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PS...sorry to make this post all about me. There it is. That's my thing. I am totally dominate in making things about me. So, me, how ya' doing. Pretty well, me.
dernit - dominant, not dominate.
ReplyDeleteI’m obviously not a dominant proof reader.
I was gonna comment on this, but you guys have a great dialog going already. Don't let me interfere.
ReplyDeleteHilary...you and I both know that you give some sort of patoot about golf. All women do, but they don't know it yet. It's up to us menfolk to subtly indoctrinate you with constant golf ramblings and 24/7 golf channel coverage.
You WILL have plenty o' patoots to give...when you least expect it!
BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAA!
Is there a small hut near the pool? Because then it really would be like the swamp. Maybe you can practice stuffing the dogs inside each other using the Force. It's worth a shot....
ReplyDeleteI was gonna tell you to use your ring to harness the Force for doggie stuffage but that was Spaceballs and not Star Wars.
I see your Schwartz is as big as mine...
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