60 degrees in January
2006-01-28, 10:41 p.m.

Happy Saturday.

For mom-on-roof:
When your house is full of things you don�t need and you are losing. your. mind., you are stuffocating. You need CPR (Crap Pile Reduction), stat.

For all those who carried the torch with the �5 good/bad smells� meme: Thanks for the smemories.

I may be stepping on a few toes here, but there�s an issue about (c)rap �musicians� that has bugged me for a long, long, long time. The can�t-afford-pants-that-fit look is slowly phasing out (Thank God), the fedoras are a nice touch, the Gilligan hats are fine (not the most intimidating accessory), but the ever-present bandanas have GOT to go. Is it just me, or�

Yeah, you�re a badass. Pass the syrup.

I�d bet that lady wouldn�t put up with half the shenanigans and thuggery in the world o�(c)rap today. She�d carve your ass, fry it up, and serve it to you with a side of hotcakes. Fo shizzle.

Respect the lady. Lose the kerchief.

Hubby and GroovyGuru finished the outer walls of the tree house today. From this

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My yard still looks like hell. Hell with a big pile of bamboo. But they�ve made progress. I want to paint glow in the dark scary Scooby evil eyes on the back side of the tree house, peeking through the brush at our backyard neighbor�s house.

And, after airing out on the deck for the better part of a year, Sam is now able to reside in our living room. I�m still looking for the perfect black rotary phone a la Sylvester for his crowning glory.

There�s only the faintest hint of creosote from his former incarnation as a utility pole. A few waves of his magic tools by GroovyGuru and a most bodacious tiki is born. Little brother Bob is on our hearth.

I found Tiki Magazine the other night. How cool is that?

Party on, dudes.

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