Devil Worship in the Workplace

Ya'll have no idea how many times I've tried to sit down and talk to ya'll today. These people around here expect me to like... work and stuff.

The nerve.

It almost makes me feel guilty that I don't have anything earth-shatteringly profound to say.

Let's see, where to begin? I've gotten some emails asking how Sammy's doing, I guess I sorta did kinda leave ya'll in a lurch. Sorry. Sammy's doing okie fine although he's still walking into furniture with his big conehead. They took the icky-nasty-gross-disgusting-leaking drains out of his sides at the vet's Wednesday, but opted to leave the lampshade on his head until the stitches come out next week. I was a little bothered by the fact that they didn't close the holes the drainage tubes left, but they finally seem to be scabbing over. That poor mutt is in for such a bath when this is all over.

I took the car back up to Cletus' garage at lunch today to pick up my newly plugged tire. Poor little Festus, Cletus' gopher guy stood there holding the tire and asked, "Oh.. do ya want me to put it on for ye?"

"If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it." Like I'm gonna stand there at the garage and change my own tire.

Ma has located a junk yard replacement for the door on the hippy van which she plans to buy when she gets her check next month. She refuses to let the poor thing die.

I don't have anything major planned for the weekend. I do have a hag hair situation that demands some attention, but I've got a box under the bathroom sink to fix that. Oh and then there is that mystery odor in the house. I thought it was the litter box, but I was wrong. Something needs to either be changed, carried out or shot. The car is going to get a thorough cleaning at some point too, it smells of greasy man. You know, that masculine aroma of axle grease, aftershave, chewing tobacco and fast food.

I don't even want to know what Cletus was doin' up in there while he had it in his shop.

Oh by the way, some of ya'll may have noticed the new Blogrush widget in my sidebar. I learned about it through Darren Rowse at Problogger.net. He's always got all sorts of cool tips and advice on getting the most from your blog. Even if you're not interested in making money you can get some good tips on increasing traffic or the latest new doohickey. Anyway, Blogrush is a new service that shows links to your blog posts in the widgets on other blogs, depending on the number of page views you get. Wait.. their video explains it much better than I can. I'm confusing myself trying to put it in to words. You can check it out for yourself if you're curious by clicking on the widget in the right sidebar or by clicking here. There's been some chatter around the net that it's a pyramid scheme, I don't know. If it is the next big thing, getting in before it takes off and becomes huge might be a good idea. Who knows.. we'll see.

I'd better run. I think I'm going to play some Metallica so Bubbles can run across the hall and call an emergency prayer meeting. She actually told a customer yesterday that she was sorry that she had to transfer him to me (it was my territory) because I was listening to "debbil wership music."

It was Fleetwood Mac.

Later Taters!