I wish it was friday. It feels sorta like a friday. I don't know why. Somethign in the air. But nooo. I drag myself back to work again tomorrow. What a gyp.
I popped into superwalmart last night. I needed cat food and salad dressing. I also bought a block of feta cheese. That was a new one to me, I normally buy it crumbled. In fact, I thought it WAS crumbled. Instead I sliced off pieces and crumbled it myself. Mm. Cheese. I love a good cheese.
I just looked up feta cheese for the hell of it. Seems that traditional feta is made from goat or sheep milk, although modern producers made it out of cow milk. Thus I have no clue what kind of cheese I am eating. It could be milk or cow or goat.
On the way down to Sebring Florida there is a big sign that says GOAT MILK FUDGE. I always wanted to try some, however whoever I was driving with at the time never wanted to stop.
Goats have freaky eyes.
When I was a kid I would go to the petting zoo in OprayLand. A goat in there once came up and ate the button off my shirt. I wa
s horrified. I thought it was going to take a bite out of me next.
Did nothing last night. Went to bed around 8:30 and slept off the rest of this mild head cold. It seems to be much reduced today. I am glad that did not evolve into a full blown cold. I credit vitamins and my hot tub. Nothing like a hot tub to sweat out the germs.
That's my mailbox. I need to do soemthign about it. It's pretty ugly. Dinged and scratched mailbox, unpainted post hanging at and angle. It sucks. I want a cool mailbox. Like a giant buddah, and you put the mail in it's belly.
Sanford put up it's christmas decorations already. Whee. Nothing like a forelorn plastic reef hanging on a light pole that brings out the christmas spirit in me.
I saw a little roach in my office at home last night. It's one of the few rooms I dont use boric acid in. I also have not sprayed in a while. I need to get cracking and give the palce a good spray. Winter is coming and roaches want to move indoors where it's warm and get into your christmas stockings and eat your holiday hershey kisses.
Mom: "What did santa bring your?"
Little Kid:
"aaah! roaches!" (runs and hides) 30 years later
Guy on top of a building with a shotgun: "Put roaches in my stocking will you? BAM! die santa! BAM! die your fucker! die!"
