We're just checkin' the box, fillin' a square, so we can hold to our "post sumthin' every day, even if it's a re-run or just tripe" maxim. So it's tripe you get...
I signed a petition while out to dinner last night, sumthin' that just MIGHT bring P-Ville a lil closer to civilization: a petition to authorize the Sunday sale of alcoholic beverages with meals in Portales. Long-time Gentle Readers know I often go off on minor rants about our Blue Laws and this would be a welcome change to same. I also found out that you can have a glass o' wine or a beer or two with your meal in The Big(ger) City™ on Sundays, sumthin' previously unknown to me. This small fact is why the restauranteurs in P-Ville are organizing the petition drive: Clovis restaurants are eating Portales' lunch on Sundays.
The Second Mrs. Pennington visited me in a dream in the wee smalls this morning and who knew you could have violent arguments in your dreams? The exchange was so realistic, so vitriolic, and so violent (in a verbal way; no blows were exchanged... as in real-life) that the dream woke me up sometime around 0300 hrs. I didn't... couldn't... go back to sleep for over an hour. I find it amazing how much that woman still influences my life, 13 years after her departure.
How fucking weird is THAT?
I entered service on this day 48 years ago. Some days are simply unforgettable and this is one such. A couple o' few weeks later:
This day also reminds me of just young I was then and how old I really am now. Aiiieee.
―:☺:―Hot, hot, hot...
Note the extended forecast. Is it Fall yet?
And there ya have it: tripe. When life hands ya tripe, make menudo. All ya need is hominy, tomatoes, and stuff.