If you are seeking entertainment at the Mansion tonight, folks...abandon hope, all ye who enter here. I got nothin'. Oh, I have somethin'! But it's not worth typing it all out tonight.
We had a glaze of ice and a little snow last night. I would have gone to town for my 44 oz Diet Coke as usual, since nobody bothered to tell me until I was DRESSED AND ON THE WAY OUT THE DOOR that the roads were a little slick. So slick, in fact, that Farmer H, who was unsuspiciously absent until noon:twenty, asked to use T-Hoe for a trip to get de-ionized water for his breather. Uh huh. The very same man who wanted to GET RID of T-Hoe, to save on insurance bills. Wanted to DRIVE my precious T-Hoe on slippery slopes. Not his own Trailblazer, whose 4WD does not work. Nor his Ford F250 Long Bed Club Cab, which has 4WD itself.
So I went without my magical elixir, which is better than risking life and limb, and made do with bottled Diet Coke. Ounces indeterminate right now. Which is possible what has put me in this funk. Or not.
It might have something to do with my tongue, which is too big for my mouth, and hurts severely when I swallow, due to slicing itself on a broken back tooth that has been broken for a while now, and does not hurt in and of itself, but makes life difficult for my tongue, especially when chowing down on a big burger yesterday at the casino.
So that's it for now. I'll be groggily drooling over at my not-so-secret blog, attempting to put out some content. And for blog buddy Sioux: Newmentia had a snow day in place of regularly scheduled MLK Day, which was being used to make up LAST WEEK's snow day. And they're out again tomorrow.
Not that I care...
3 comments:
I've had broken teeth that make life difficult, but only put up with them until I get to the dentist, then she smooths of the rough edge and I make an appointment to get it properly fixed asap.
Hick's a cheeky one, willing to risk your precious T-hoe but not either of his own cars.
Aaaaaargh. I am keeping my fingers crossed for tomorrow (for me).
It IS bitter cold.
River,
I have a phobia about dentists. I have to have the laughing gas to make me able to sit still and let them pry in my mouth. Still, I think I leave finger grooves in the arms of the dental chair. It's not that I fear pain. I feel claustrophobic, trapped, like I might choke with all that stuff in my mouth.
Farmer H is mainly wanting to control what goes on, thus wanting to get rid of MY daily ride, and keep TWO for himself, plus his 1980 Olds Toronado that he rarely drives, AND the 1970 pickup that he SAYS he's going to rebuild one of these days when he finishes his Freight Container Garage folly.
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Sioux,
I didn't get up in time to check out all the closings, but I hope you made it! It was too cold to even get a 44 oz Diet Coke around here.
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