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Band shows up for Wedding Gig
This thing is very amusing. But I post it here because it uses the same voice as our GPS. Today we auditioned "Jack",but were forced to fire him due to his inability to pronounce certain crucial words like "Left" and "Right". So we reverted to the somewhat strident "Samantha" who guided our retreat from the cold and windy coast back to 95. Many signs of the South: Cotton fields,peanut places and Baptist churches. The cotton fields made me remember elementary school music class,learning all the not- so -subtlely-racist songs of Stephen Foster.
Once on 95 we of course had to stop at JR's. For those that haven't made the drive, it is THE place to stock up on your porcelein dolls,goobers and NASCAR wear. And of course, the-product-that-shall-not-be-mentioned. (Cough,Wheeze.)
Considered camping tonight, as the daytime temps are 70ish, but are pretty much in getting there mode,and didn't want to detour off the highway to the State Park. And there was no way in hell we were camping with Pedro at South of The Border.
No Big Pecker today?
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I'm confused, not by string theory or the cap and trade debate, but by this blog thing. Do I "post a comment" under the last entry on the blog site? Is that blogging or commenting? The last entry I read showed up in my email box, even though I logged onto the blog site with Susan's gmail account. And why OH WHY didn't you go back and take a picture of the Big Pecker?! Was there some place you just had to be? really?? Maybe they had an awesome fun-ride you could go on and blog all about it. Now THAT would be excellent.
ReplyDeleteLet's picture this, shall we? You're shee-bopping down the highway, singing along to pre-Michael McDonald Doobie Brothers, ignoring the screech coming from the left wheel of the giant suitcase you're towing, arguing about whether F-Troop was a Petticoat Junction spin-off (as if!) drinking scalding coffee from Sbarro's and having to pee again already. One of you says, "Hey, I think that sign said the Big Pecker!! Should we go back a check it out?"
"Naw," the other says, spilling coffee. "Something funnier will come along." I doubt it, and with you cutting out camping and therefore the comedy-filled venue that is "the campground," the chances are zilch.
I was picturing you two setting varmint traps, crapping behind the big tree over there, rising with the dawn to shoo the geese away from yer fixin's. And what about the fleeping trailer? This means you're dragging that dingleberry across country just for what, my motorcycle?? You guys are the absolute BEST! But look--I just talked to George and he's totally cool with it--just drop off the bike in Cocoa when you hit F-L-A and jettison that creaking carbuncle at the very next rest stop. Buy some oranges. You'll feel better.
Fondly, but disappointed about the camping, still, the Honda makes up for it, I guess,
Steve
(Parenthetical Domestic note: picked up your mail. Jury duty, again, Mark. This happens every time! Filled out the form and sent it in. I assume "BITE ME" is sill your standard reply. Couldn't find a pen and the crayons kept breaking so I stuck my finger and wrote it in blood. Hey, that's like a camping skill!
S.)
About that wedding coordinator....I think she works at the cubicle across the hall from me...and everything is always so "normal". I was incommunicado for a couple of days and what do I learn? You missed the photo of the trip? Where are the standards these days?! And then, not staying at South of the Border??? All the stories that you could tell.... Harrumph. You have led us to expect the highest quality and now....well what can we say. I bet Gordon wanted to stop at the Pecker.
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