New Orleans Caffiene....
It almost rhymes. Well, I ran out of Coffee at work (that's right, capital "C") and I figured, since I've been toiling so hard in the front room (with magnificent help from JENNIFER, who didn't bitch at me, and quit at eleven p.m. last night) that I would take in the can of Chicory Coffee I had brought back from New Orleans, last time I crashed there.
I thought it was a fabulous idea, myself. So, I went to the market this morning and picked up some good cream and splenda to enhance the morning pleasure. I get to work an hour early to find Old Conner sitting on the front bench, waiting, just in case I might show up earlier. (ODE to CONNER, see bottom). So, he talked forever, didn't even have a chance to get the coffee on or the cash drawer in before customers spotted my car outside.
So, about ten minutes ago I poured my first cup. HEAVEN. Nothing like having a remodel almost done, with sore muscles, and a good cup of coffee. Sometimes, I feel blessed.
And Jennifer and I scored last night. Mario went to the Inn with his buddies, while she and I got the last of the paint up. Did I mention we are genious? And we were right in front for the trick or treaters. Did I mention we ROCK?
Moving on. I just wanted to take a minute for a little ode to Old Man Conner. He was born in 1914, I'm convinced he never sleeps. He drove by my house once to see if I was awake to talk, at about 3 am. Thank God, his better judgement prevailed.
He never used to keep a checking account register, until I made him. ( I do it for him ) I would always tease him, "For an old trapper, like you, if I had your money, I'd throw mine away."
He has the best stories in the universe. end ode.
I thought it was a fabulous idea, myself. So, I went to the market this morning and picked up some good cream and splenda to enhance the morning pleasure. I get to work an hour early to find Old Conner sitting on the front bench, waiting, just in case I might show up earlier. (ODE to CONNER, see bottom). So, he talked forever, didn't even have a chance to get the coffee on or the cash drawer in before customers spotted my car outside.
So, about ten minutes ago I poured my first cup. HEAVEN. Nothing like having a remodel almost done, with sore muscles, and a good cup of coffee. Sometimes, I feel blessed.
And Jennifer and I scored last night. Mario went to the Inn with his buddies, while she and I got the last of the paint up. Did I mention we are genious? And we were right in front for the trick or treaters. Did I mention we ROCK?
Moving on. I just wanted to take a minute for a little ode to Old Man Conner. He was born in 1914, I'm convinced he never sleeps. He drove by my house once to see if I was awake to talk, at about 3 am. Thank God, his better judgement prevailed.
He never used to keep a checking account register, until I made him. ( I do it for him ) I would always tease him, "For an old trapper, like you, if I had your money, I'd throw mine away."
He has the best stories in the universe. end ode.