Folks, I just don't have the wherewithal to do anything but sit and drool today.
When you only have a walnut-sized brain to begin with, and when that small amount is removed from its proper place--and upon the Lord's Day, of all times!--and is reduced to a thimbleful of runny goo by the combined effects of a twenty hour day spent at full tilt (which included a 50 mile road race from Pell City to Sylvan Springs that by any reasonable measure should have taken approximately one hour and fifteen minutes, but which I made in fifty minutes), it means that I simply neither the venom nor the joviality to do anything entertaining today.
Believe it or not, I actually thought about calling in sick this morning--the only reason I didn't is that if I stayed home, I'd have to finish the load of laundry that didn't get done over the weekend.
So, I beg your indulgence for a day to allow me sufficient time to reconstitute and congeal my gray matter. As always, there is actual entertainment available to you up there in the blogroll on top, or over in the Munu blogroll on the sidebar. And if I'm not quite as swift in answering e-mails today as I usually am, well, for that I blame Chet the E-Mail Boy.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 9, 2006 08:43 AMNo Skiving!
Get back to the important stuff! Where are your priorities? Can't you just go back to the referrer logs if nothing else?
Posted by: skinnydan at January 9, 2006 09:51 AMSlacker.
Posted by: jim at January 9, 2006 10:19 AMIf I had the energy, I would smite you both. As it is, the best I can do is sorta sling a bit of drool in your direction. ::mlmlahh:: There now.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 9, 2006 10:39 AMWhat did you do--push the Volvo from Pell City to Sylvan Springs?
Posted by: Stan at January 9, 2006 11:19 AMStan, I don't know if I could have abused the Volvo that way and still been able to drive it home. This was in the Honda with its creamy smooth VTEC power. Full of all of us, a stack of wrappers and other trash from Arby's, and a brand new Vivitar digital camera that a certain 15 year old daughter simply HAD! TO! HAVE! SO! SHE! COULD! SPEND! HER! CHRIST! MAS! MONEY! and it has been out of stock at the one at home. We stopped by the Wally World in Leeds on the way back from church, they didn't have one. Reba asked them to check the store in Adamsville since we were going to be going that direction for Bible Bowl, and we could pick it up on the way back if they had one. They didn't. The closest store that had any was Pell City. Twenty minutes in the opposite direction of where we needed to go. And by this time, there was no time to eat lunch, so we had to grab something on the way, eat in the car, and come screaming into the PC WalMart. I had Reba alone to get out, because I figured Oldest would only slow things down. Then Catherine had to get out and go in to pee. ::sigh::
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
It should have been a quick, in-and-out job, even WITH a pee stop, but it crept ever closer to 1:00 p.m. We had to be across two counties by 2:00 to be able to be at the Bible Bowl event.
Wait.
Wait.
Blood pressure now at a comforting perk.
Wait.
FINALLY, at exactly 1:05, after being in the store for TWENTY MINUTES, Reba and Cat emerge. Cat with a doodle pad, and Reba with the camera. "You'll never guess who we saw in there!"
Oh holy mother of Pluto.
She ran into someone ELSE talkative that we go to church with, and rather than avoid them, or apologize and tell them she was in a hurry, she sat in to visit for a spell.
Oh, sure, hubby might be springing leaks in his head because of the stress, but it sometimes more important to talk about other things, with people who we would, by most reasonable assumptions, see later on that evening.
Into the van, and hammer down on I-20. Made it back to Leeds in ten minutes. Leeds to Ensley, 20 minutes. Ensley to the rustic environs of the greater Mulga area, another 20. Average speed, 60 mph. Managed to beat the folks from our congregation there by ten minutes.
The return trip was not quite so fast.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 9, 2006 11:43 AMMay I point out, somewhat smugly, that the above comment could be taken, were I the sort, as kind of a blogpost.
Meaning, that rather than being tuckered, you are in fact taking a Blog Mental Health Day? for shame.
Oh, and regarding your effluvial fling? It's been done by a highly-paid athletic sports person very recently, and you did yours for free. Why give it away for nothing like that?
Posted by: skinnydan at January 9, 2006 12:03 PMIt's not a post--it's a comment. There's a BIG difference. I'm not sure what.
And isn't being all plumb tuckered out as good an excuse as any for taking a Blog Mental Health Day?! I thought it said so in my contract.
As for spitting, I DID NOT! I merely directed some drool in your direction, which means it had no mouthforce behind it meaning there was no PTUI! sound, and there was little force of any other sort, other than that provided by my head lolling back and forth.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 9, 2006 12:16 PMI've got a cat that will fling drool on you when she's real happy and glad for some attention. Is that the same thing for you?
Posted by: Nate at January 9, 2006 01:54 PMSorta, except I don't have fur on my tail, and lack the ability to purr.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 9, 2006 02:00 PMGlad you're not a Mr.Crankypants.
Posted by: Mercy at January 9, 2006 03:03 PMI might be, if I had the energy.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 9, 2006 03:06 PM