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So I've been having some interesting happenings of late. Ryan "The Aardvark" Radecke came back into town last weekend and we got around to having that absinthe party we were planning. The stuff had three times the thujone (C16H10O) but was only 110 proof, so, basically, more bang for your buck. Pizans delivered an extra three sixes of Sam Adams as well for our "after-trip-buzz" which was very kind of them; I guess some kind hearted passersby must have informed them of the night's proceedings and they wanted to help out! Zakk's been coming around to Ned's again, which is great, and he was at the Solar Complex show the other night, too. I missed Zakk.
Yesterday, Memorial Day, went to Brunswick for a cookout with the relats and had a knee-slappin good time. They live in/near WV, so you do the math. The real surprise for the day was my cousin Ashby showing up with her son Tyler and his father Travis, as no one in the family has seen her since she got pregnant! Travis seems nice, and Tyler's a fuckin cutie!
Yesterday night, Danielle and I decided to go meandering throughout Virginia, since we were in the neighborhood, and almost hit this cat in the road. I stop the car, as the cat's just sitting in the road eyeballing us, and Danielle investigates. Another car comes, some van looking for directions, and Danielle picks up the cat, noticing it's got huge jubblies. We look and listen for kittens, but none can be located, so we stand around trying to convince this cat to go back where it came from. Not like a honkey telling a jiggidyboo to go back where it came from, but with kind words and the rest of my delicious sub that I was very sad not to be able to eat. The thing kept following us back to the car. Then, after about twenty minutes of this, this woman stops her car next to us and asks "Is she pregnant?" Danielle's like no, but like she's got huge jubblies/milk bags. (notice the lack of quotes there...) And the woman, Jennifer we would find out later, goes "I think I have her kittens at my house!" So we take this poor, hungry, worried mother to Jennifer's farm, and she quickly runs up a tree to get away from the resident farm shelties. But, when she comes down, obviously encouraged by the mewing of the kittens, they ransack her jugs and she fawns over them like she was meant to. So, now, I'm waiting for Danielle to get up so she can call this woman back and see about these kittens. We're taking one, five hour driving excursion or no.
Forgive the length of this post, that is if it was too long for you, but I hate you for disliking the length of this post, and I hope you get Osteo Perosis. Any who do not mind the length of this post, please disregard this epiloguey bit.
Yesterday, Memorial Day, went to Brunswick for a cookout with the relats and had a knee-slappin good time. They live in/near WV, so you do the math. The real surprise for the day was my cousin Ashby showing up with her son Tyler and his father Travis, as no one in the family has seen her since she got pregnant! Travis seems nice, and Tyler's a fuckin cutie!
Yesterday night, Danielle and I decided to go meandering throughout Virginia, since we were in the neighborhood, and almost hit this cat in the road. I stop the car, as the cat's just sitting in the road eyeballing us, and Danielle investigates. Another car comes, some van looking for directions, and Danielle picks up the cat, noticing it's got huge jubblies. We look and listen for kittens, but none can be located, so we stand around trying to convince this cat to go back where it came from. Not like a honkey telling a jiggidyboo to go back where it came from, but with kind words and the rest of my delicious sub that I was very sad not to be able to eat. The thing kept following us back to the car. Then, after about twenty minutes of this, this woman stops her car next to us and asks "Is she pregnant?" Danielle's like no, but like she's got huge jubblies/milk bags. (notice the lack of quotes there...) And the woman, Jennifer we would find out later, goes "I think I have her kittens at my house!" So we take this poor, hungry, worried mother to Jennifer's farm, and she quickly runs up a tree to get away from the resident farm shelties. But, when she comes down, obviously encouraged by the mewing of the kittens, they ransack her jugs and she fawns over them like she was meant to. So, now, I'm waiting for Danielle to get up so she can call this woman back and see about these kittens. We're taking one, five hour driving excursion or no.
Forgive the length of this post, that is if it was too long for you, but I hate you for disliking the length of this post, and I hope you get Osteo Perosis. Any who do not mind the length of this post, please disregard this epiloguey bit.