I lay in bed and stare at that exposed air vent.
Boots, we have got to fix that so I can move on to staring at something else, like maybe that light.

A Test

I can do this from my phone!
Yay!

A Double Life

Last night, the Boots broke down and bought a shop-vac in an effort to not spend a million dollars in quarters the next time he wants to clean out his car.
After he was done I "borrowed" the shop vac from him and vacuumed cracks.
Cracks in the couch, cracks along the wall, all full of crumbs before but no more!
My cracks are clean!

This shop-vac thing has got me thinking: in theory, could a shop-vac double as a carpet cleaner?
Could you sprinkle stuff on the carpet and then suck it up to clean the carpet?
Does this sound dangerous?

(I've also been thinking, how many people come read my blog and never come back again because I don't post regularly?
How many potential followers have I lost?)

Send Help!

Y'all we are having a blizzard in Alabama!

Forrest

Friday night Boots said, "Get in the truck,"

with guns and a Crown bag full of shells,

and an empty cooler we were going to fill up.

We took a little trip and spent the night away from home,

and got up, I swear, before the crack of dawn

to hang out in the woods huntin' some animals.

I froze off my toes

and the Bootshunter waited on does.

He got a little bored and made me a hat

and melted me away when I asked him to sit down behind me and

he said, "You lean up against me and I'll lean up on you that

way we don't have to sleep with our heads in the mud."

I always wanted a man that'd quote movie lines to me.

Then he thought he heard something and all games were over with,

but an empty road and the bright sunlight was all we saw.

The End.

Today I took Ol Black to get the oil changed and the guys at the oil change place told me that the valve cover gasket thing is leaking and needs to be replaced and the- "Hey, Boots! Come listen to what he's saying!"
Apparently, something's wrong and it needs to be fixed.
I was hoping things weren't going to start falling apart but it looks like my luck has run out.
We left the oil change place with notations on what needed to be fixed and me with an ever-growing case of the Anxieties.
Is the end of Ol Black's life approaching?
Should I be preparing for the final days?
We rode down to the Masda place so I could drool a little closer over this "Celestial Blue" five-door 6.
Boots and I don't agree on what's the best way to avoid the carsalesNazis.
Boots said we should drive Ol Black right up to the one we wanted to see, hop out, and jump right back in and drive away.
I thought, and this is what we did, parking on the side of the building and running to the car and running back would be the quickest, draw the least attention, and maybe keep Ol Black in the dark about what we were doing.
Boots thinks I'm an idiot I'm sure.
So we walk briskly, heads down, eyes averted so maybe we'll magically become invisible and not look suspicious.
Oh! Boots took me in a pawn shop and I felt straight up like a criminal.
As far as the car......
$21,000 brand new.
That's practically a year's pay.
Is that how you're supposed to do it- dedicate a year's pay to whatever you need to buy?
What if you're not married?
No way that would work.