Ooooh, Barracuda

I had always hoped that chronicling my life in this way might serve as a source of entertainment, or at the very least, a warning to others. There are times in which I feel I have not been true to this goal.

Today is no such day.

You may remember from an earlier entry ("Bread Crumbs", 9/4/07) that the Mrs and I were attacked by a bat. You may re-visit, I'll wait. Well, our adoring audience can't just let stuff like that slide unrebuked. Rewind to a couple of weeks ago. Shannon is about to leave to come meet me and some folks for work for drinks. She calls me.

S: "Dan?"
D: "Uh oh."
S: "We have a package."
D: "Oh?"
S: "The return address is Bruce Way..."
D: "Don't open it."
S: "Why? What is it?"
D: "Dead bat."
S: "What?"
D: "Where is it from?"
S: "Ellitsville, Indi..."
D: "Dead bat. Bring it to the bar."

Fast-forward. It was not a dead bat. It was a bottle of shampoo and a fake decorative bat wearing neon panties. We were relieved, but newly confused. Who? Who? The bat remained in the trunk for a week. The weather was rainy, the bat was creepy, and so it stayed.

And when the chest was opened, and the bat was de-robed, we discovered that the panties in fact were not. It was a bathing suit top. Neon pink and green. Yes. Exactly. The shirts. The photo. The bikini.

You had a distant relative send the package from out-of-state? Rushes, my hat is off to you. But now I have the complete outfit. The game... she must be over. Please? Truce?

I apologize for my record-breaking absence. It's partly (maybe 10-20%) the fault of my web host. They're doing something, I don't know, moving shit and I lost my FTP access. But, she has returned.

11 months! Not married, but working. It's easier. One more day of work this week before the big holiday weekend. We'll back in G Biddy from late-ass Wednesday night and Sunday afternoon. Black Friday? Treehouse. Legs will be humped, good times had, et cetera.

Other than that, life is a series of Guitar Hero songs and decent primetime television. It snowed yesterday, with accumulation. It's November. We are not amused.

I suppose I did go to Canada since my last post, but I'll save that mildly amusing tale for another day.