Thursday, October 11, 2012

Much to tell, and not much time to tell it.

Yes, I've lolled about a bit with wild puppehs the last couple of days, but seeing as I have so few days with no deadlines, I've not succumbed to the blogging urge.

I actually completely cleared 3 horizontal table-type surfaces Wednesday, which is a major accomplishment. I've got 1.5 left of those and then I can feel better again, and perhaps almost civilized.  Almost.

Ambulance Driver came through on his way home from blogorado Wednesday night, and I nearly passed out from laughing so hard.  Long story short - on Saturday he was denuded of much of his hair due to a pledge related to Kilted To Kick Cancer.  Saturday night I crocheted each him and Stingray a scrotal cozy to keep their defoliated parts warm.  I had to guess on the sizing, but one does what one can.  One misfortunate soul festooned his head with AD's (used) scrotal cozy, to his deep and abiding chagrin.   My time in Colorado was so filled with good feeling that the extra visit from AD was total bonus round.  With discussions regarding anatomy class, he told a story I'd never heard before and it was simultaneously awful and one of the funniest things ever, but not for the faint of heart. 

Good times with good friends.  Here's to many happy returns.


Old NFO said...

Yeah, you NEVER know what you're liable to hear out of us... :-)

Matt G said...

Dang, but I wish that I could still recall what I said around the campfire, to make AD spit-take 1/3 of a bottle of beer.

That's a funny group. When I manage to crack them up, I should write it down.