i dont mind stealing bread

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nothing quite says ‘get outta mah face” like a grumpy two year old. actually, I’m pretty sure that’s the only time Olive’s ever given me the grump face. usually she sees me and the grump face turns into ERMAHGERD HAPPEH HAPPEH HAPPEH face.

so what, it’s been like three weeks about since I actually posted? for shame, sir, for shame. doth one harken to yon days of olde when many a post were posted in rapid succession? sooth! sooth says I! asparagus! beets and rum!

yeah, I dunno, for whatever reason, that went through my head sounding like Winston Churchill.

Speaking of Winston Churchill, I have a nice Romeo et Julietta Short Churchill in the humidor waiting to be busted out for the housewarming. Dario and Gina are flying in for it. He’s bringing two of the biggest cigars he can find. Which I relegated to either R&J or Bolivar. and I assume with be either a Robusto or Churchill as well.

Mush as I tried, I couldn’t convince Danielle to spend her hard earned airmiles on plane tickets instead of a slow cooker… this makes me sad face… however, we’ve agreed to force Dario to commit every detail of the house to memory so he can paint a mind’s picture as it were, and describe it in great length. Of course, much focus shall be placed on the garage and the Blue Room.

I put a couple more decorative items up in there yesterday. I found all my old concert tickets and put most of them in frames. there are a few left over though, and since it’s an odd number, they don’t properly fit into any frames we have. so I have to hunt one down.

Today I also get to go help Aimée’s ma move her stuff in to her new house. well, some of it at least. some was moved in yesterday.

oh, and the people who work at the McDicks in town aren’t very bright.

also, we scored a 1964 Victorcraft turntable in perfect working order FOR FREE. I KNOW. and guess what? Aimée has Beastie Boys on vinyl. SABOTAGE IN THE GARAGE TIME.

Ok.

Today’s tasks:

Put on pants.

just kidding, I’m wearing them.

Or am I……?

shower/eat/solve world’s problems on the toilet.

take in bottles to make room for the bottles that will be emptied over the next few days.

Hang wall thing in bedroom.

Move in the Penny.

Drive to Calgary.

Pick up Italians.

Drive back to Sylvan.

Let Aimée and Gina do whatever it is chicks do that doesn’t happen in a garage.

Chill out in the Manitat with beer.

and on that note, we shall end with a

BOOYAKASHA!