I’m back home in the Bat Cave after being in KC for Thanksgiving. And by Thanksgiving, I mean a 4-day bender.
I went to Jo B’s 23rd annual Friday night party on, well, Friday night. It was great talking with people I hadn’t seen in 20 years. But I got tired of hearing the same questions.
– What’s your secret for staying in shape all these years?
– Can you still run a sub-5 minute mile?
– How are you still single?
– Can you believe we finally have a black president?
On Saturday Mr. and Mrs. O drove in from Wichita to watch the Mizzou/Kansas game with me at a bar. Afterwards, a sober Mrs. O drove a drunken Mr. O back to Wichita.
And she wonders why I call her the Luckiest Lady in the World.
I didn’t watch much news in between sessions, but I saw NASA was finally able to get the urine-to-drinking water machine working in space.
If this thing is ever sold commercially, I’m going to make a fortune off my mattress.
“I didn’t talk to nobody.”
“Did you just say you didn’t talk to nobody?”
“Yeah I did, Benny (know-it-all smartass).“
Sorry – this is an inside joke. Sometimes these are just for me.
It was a cold and wet December day when we touched the ground at JFK.
I got me one one of those Urine-to-drinking water machines on black friday at wal-mart…..sweet machine…still trying to fill up my water bottle so I can go for a ride…