Good stuffs! Perfect for a good Friday Fable Day...and I know I wanted to write about heroin Bob today. Unfortunately I still have a ton of stuff to get done before I go to the ocean. Yikes! You know how that goes... the hurrier you are the behinder you get. I'm running through quick sand today.
I will write about Bob next week. I could slap something out in a heartbeat... but it would not be good. You'd be disappointed.
Right now I have that overwhelming sense of doom that I often get when nervous... wondering what on earth is going to go wrong. So that is where my head is today. I just want things to go in a nice way. Wouldn't it be great if I could have a normal experience? What would that be like? What is normal?
So things to look forward to this week. If you have not visited Suldog for his 15... you are missing out on some good music. It began with a 15 list from his friend and sometime guest blogger, Donnatello. Yesterday Suldog laid down his own 15. Very cool beans. At some point this week... I'll be doing my own list.
I am sure that there will be more driving updates for Squeaky. My birthday is coming up... you will have to listen to drivel about that.
If things go well... I hope, I hope.... maybe you'll see the Pulting of the Frogs! Don't worry... nothing mean. I haven't got a real mean bone in my body. And as I have always said, I like men. I'm talking about celebrating not having a pond because I have something better... maybe. That would be soooooooooooo nice.
Of couse it's possible that instead you will get a nice, funny story of how I managed to frighten the poor man away. Then listen to all the agro and the drama of it all.
I wonder which it will be. Maybe... just maybe this time fate will let me have fun. Still, I look out my window and it is not merely raining... it is pouring buckets. All I can think is "I wish it was this time tomorrow"... we will have met and if I'm destined to slam his hand in the door or knock him down the stairs... poor Larry...all of that will be over with and if he has not run screaming back down the highway, nothing but tail lights and exhaust fumes... at least I will know.
For God's sake... wish me luck!
