My Friday

There are just some days that are off and I think I am having one of those.

I almost hit an old, decrepit dog on my way down Waterloo. At first I was upset that I would have killed a beloved family member of some strangers. Then my mind wondered to the damage the impact would have inflicted on Larz and I almost wept.

Continuing down the road, I saw a GINORMOUS tarantula crossing the road. He was so freakin' big he wore a top hat, had a cane and was smoking a cigarette. As I got closer, I kid you not, he looked up and said "HELLO" in this smokers voice. THAT BIG!



However in the third month I have worked in Yukon, at this desk, I have come to realize that driving over 55 MPH makes me feel like I am flying! I bet my mother will read this and laugh because I am a horrible driver who goes way too fast.... while driving with my knee and texting. Sorry everyone. Honk, honk: watch out.


I ate steak, a glorious, wonderful supplied by the Doug Paul family steak for breakfast! I cannot imagine not eating steak for any meal, on any day. We really are lucky to be so open minded and free in our country.



Circle K informed me of a way to put a stop to the Mosque being built on Ground Zero. He said, while eating a bowl of Kixs cereal nonetheless, that all we need to do is bury a pig or cow there and they won't build it per their religious beliefs. Who would have thought that a bowl of kiddie cereal would jump start such deep thoughts so early in the morning. Way to go big Guy!

I am trying to call bankers who are all out for the weekend and all I can think of is how much fun it would be to have curly hair, inherit $35 million, patent a heated port-o-potty toilet seat cover, master the art of writing in some oriental dialect or simply go across the street to the bar. Random, yes. Keffer-esk, but of course.

Peace out cub scouts!