Saturday, August 16
We are away, Gigi and I are with my family.
We ate chowder. That's what you do when you are down East. It's the law. You also eat supper. At 5pm. Also the law.
You know I can't say the word chowder without thinking of that episode of The Simpsons ("The Boy Who Knew Too Much") where Bart witnesses the murder of the French waiter who "mispronounced" chowder. Oh gawd, somebody stop me, all my cultural references come from shows like The Simpsons. I'm so stuck in the last century.
I wonder if there was some square like me hanging around in 1908 saying something like "I'm going to race around the world like I'm Nellie Bly" and folks lean into each other saying "oh my goodness, she is soooo 1890s".
Are you lost or better yet, confused? Welcome to my brain folks.
Anyhow, we have been here for about a week now, and we will be here for a while longer. It's both relaxing and stressful. It's hard being away from the other half.
Totally unrelated but on the same wave length... Wait, sorry before I break into another topic, I have to clarify that I can't control the thought surfers folks, and when a thought catches a wave it just rides the pipe so forgive the choppy tangents but:
I don't think I'd like to have a house. Living in a three room apartment has spoiled me. Cleaning anything more than three rooms is WAY too much effort.
If the husband is reading this post, disregard the previous statement: we are going to own a home some day and it will have more than three rooms.
Karma just announced that I will now get a two room hut with no basement, a yard full of wrecked cars, and a no central vac. DAMN YOU KARMA, and the samsara you rode in on.
Not really karma, I'd never damn you. The cost is too heavy and I really would like a place to lay my head and call my own. Whoops... I mean our own.
I must stop talking about this before I end up with a lean-to under an overpass. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I wouldn't want to offend any of my nomadic readers, which according to sitemeter, I'm big with the transient crowd.
Be warned, stats tell me everything about you, including fetishes so I must do a shout out to my forniphil*a fans, nothing beats a good ottoman after a long day at the office, am I right folks?.
Oh my... what was I talking about? Ah screw it. It's Saturday and I'm just gonna hit publish. Sorry folks, this post should indicate exactly what kind of mindf*ck I'm currently experiencing.