Wednesday, November 20, 2013

In Which We Lay In Provisions Ahead o' the Impending Storm

Beer?  Check.  Dr. Pepper?  Check.  Bread, half & half, coffee, bacon?  Check.  Cigars?  Full up.  We're good to go... bring it ON.

Let's do today's Happy Hour soundtrack while we're here.
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes... dark cafes
Those are Joni's words but they're my thoughts about this day.  I wouldn't have gone any-damned-where today if it weren't for the fact the weather's gonna be breakin' bad day after tomorrow and we still need to eat.  And drink.  Nope, we'd have hidden behind a bottle or two at Chez Buck's cafe and simply kept to ourselves.  It's THAT kinda day.

Oh, yeah.  Music.  Here it is...

This, too, shall pass.


  1. I saw that... the weather I mean.
    We are enjoying the fruits of the Pineapple Express.
    Rainwise, not temperaturewise.

    1. We're gonna get some precip outta this storm too: ice and snow. Aiiieee.

  2. Keep the powder dry, the booze stacked high, and yur knife sharp. Of course some extra ammo and one of those SHTF radios from C Crane company would make life easier.

    1. I'm ALL stocked up, Rummy. Except for the radio.

  3. Sometimes to have to give-in to "those days"; I find it's good for the soul.

    1. True. But I sure hate it when that happens.


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