OK, so it turns out the professionals were right and I was wrong. Very, very wrong. If you will recall, I was all set to cut a hole in my storm door glass to install a cat flap. The professionals told me it couldn’t be done and that the glass would shatter. Well, it shattered all right. As soon as I put the smallest of nicks in the glass with my diamond encrusted cutting wheel, there was a loud snap and then the glass proceeded to slowly fall into a billion pieces and there was nothing I could do but watch. And then sweep it all up.
Oh look, it’s raining again. It hasn’t done that in, I would say, somewhere around two or three minutes, unless you count when it was falling as huge balls of ice. Our road hasn’t flooded in hours. It was almost like water had ceased to be and yet, through some miracle of evaporation and condensation, here it is again. Hooray.
I know the Super Bowl was almost a week ago and I am just now getting around to writing about it, but that’s because I am still basking in the glow, the sweet warm glow, of the Patriots defeat.
I’m on the road nearing the end of a long day in which I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, so I decide to pull into a Burger King. I get in line in the drive-thru behind a car with one lone occupant. Sweet, I think, this won’t take long. That’s when I notice the lone occupant pull out a list. A LIST!!!! He then proceeds to read it into the speaker-box-post-thing for the next 72 minutes. Around minute 25, I had decided to just back up and leave, lest I sit there all night and starve to death, but as soon as I had made the decision, a giant truck pulled in behind me and I was trapped. Trapped!!!
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