CaPiTalIZATION rules are dumb. Why do we even need them?
Today when I opened this blog, there was a link to the right that apparently allowed me to purchase a bride through the mail. My question is: do they ship her USPS or FedEx?
Now on to the issue of the day. Today I shoved a certain number of 12 year old boys (the actual number is a variable based on the reader's affiliation to law enforcement) in my car and had them bounce around on tramps (trampolines. The other kind will be on the 18th birthday), fed them pizza, then set them loose on the neighborhood. You may have heard the sirens.
So that was an awesome thing that happened today, and for all of the people, minus one, in the entire world, it was perfect. The minus one existed because a conversation earlier in the day between myself and the mom of the kid whose dad is the coach who has an assistant coach whose son, because of the delivery of produce, caught KD's warmup shirt. She asked the innocuous question of how is Cole doing. I gave the normal non-specific answer of, "Fighting the fight." Then I got to thinking about the possibility, nae the apparent likelihood, of going back the the regular week long hospital visits. Now I am a fundamentally optimistic person with a slightly off kilter flippancy.
Normally when thinking about going back in to the clink, I think about all the fun gaming we will an all the Pringles I will be eating (Pringles is the hospital word for the thing you eat when you are in a place where the drinking of Scotch is frowned upon). Today; however, I thought about the 3rd floor through the prism of today's festivities and a dark cloud formed over my flippant optimism. I don't think I want us to go back inside.
So what to do, what to do? Well as I sit here and watch the clock slowly tick towards 2am, I have decided to honor a certain Muddy Lancer and engineer a solution.....wait, I suck at engineering. Plan B. I will make a presidential decree wherein we will no longer allow illegal immigrant cells to obtain refuge in safe haven bodies. All such cells must immediately vacate said bodies and go back to the hell from whence they came.
Scans in one month. I might be a little crazy(er) until then.
Peace Be The RunningS