More to come . . .

I've been out of town, spending the last several days firmly holed up in the sticks, where things like internet access and computers are only rumors. My brother and I actually got quite a bit done-- we replaced five windows on Wednesday night, replaced drywall on Thursday, and textured the walls and ceilings on Friday. My wife primered the walls on Saturday and painted the room today. It would have been a hell of a lot quicker, but the rain and humidity has a way of slowing down a job, especially when you really need shit to dry before you can move to the next step. I was planning on posting before/after pics, but as usual, I have no fucking idea where my camera is.

There's quite a bit to say . . . or maybe there's not. Maybe I just feel like I need to say something since the blog's been silent for a few days. And that's not really like me (or my blog, for that matter). Unfortunately, my #1 all-time beer drinking buddy is on his way in from the University of Arkansas, and he called me a few minutes ago to see if I wanted to hang out and have a beer or two. His fiancee is with him, so he wanted me to meet them at Chili's so they could eat before they continue toward Dallas. This guy is a really good friend. But, it's raining like a mother fucker (Some places have gotten as much as 9 inches-- leave it alone, Andi) and I really hate getting fucking wet unless I'm wearing swimming trunks. And it's cold. And I fucking hate cold.


But it is to go drink beer.

I will probably post more later, though I will likely be considerably more intoxicated. I would like to say some things to the world-renowned A-train for breathing life into her webzine, as well to Little E, who has decided to begin posting in bulk quantity.