Poor Cap'n Neurotic. His cell phone died this week only to be resurrected much like Hillbilly Mom's son's laptop , the loveable Lappy (I'd link that particular post, but she goes around all movin' stuff and changing addresses and shit, that crazy hillbilly technogeek). Anyway, then....Cap'n's car died. We're not just talkin' stalled out on the side of the road, but actual "gave up the ghost, gone to the great Route 66 in the sky, kapooey" died. He may have Frankenphone, but I'm thinking there'll be no resurrecting the car. When Cap'm IM'd me the other night, I asked Paul if what he was describing was really bad for a car. Paul said, "Oh yeah. Probably fatal." Poor car. I hear it was blue. And old.
Anyway, long story short, it's Cap'n's birthday weekend, his TX friends had a party planned for him, but now he's coming home instead because he has to buy a new car and well, I'm throwing him a party. I am never one to overlook the opportunity to throw a shindig and eagerly volunteered. He took me up and the rest is history. While he gave me a list of folks he'd like to see, I've already run into a couple that have plans already. Guess some people make actual plans for holiday weekends, unlike me who was just going to sit around my clean house and swat flies. Now, I'm going to get to sit around the yard of my clean house, swat flies AND mosquitoes AND visit with some friends from high school. So far, though, the short list is full of folks I cannot WAIT to see and we are gonna laugh ourselves silly. I'm sure there will be plenty of competitive speech references, too. Once a geek, always a geek, as we geeks say.
By the way, did I mention that I made the Dean's Honor Roll?
2 comments:
RND, I have to have a party this weekend also. It would seem that my petulant first born is turning 21 on the 27th, and much to my horror, she expects some sorta fanfare for having been born 21 years ago. I might add that I DID ALL THE WORK on that particular day, NOT HER. Wheres MY party? but ok, I can deal...I think. But what about all those retarded hangers on who will accompany her to said shindig? They are not all 21 years old, so why should I supply booze, especially when there is a bar at the end of our lonesome road? If I had a million bucks, I'd buy a bushel of pot and feed it to my horses so they could also enjoy the festivities, while entertaining the grown folks watching from high up on the deck... oh I am so lying... I'd prolly have to smoke some of it befor th eparty began! LOL
Hope you have a great holiday weekend, maybe watch a parade of local fire trucks and police cars and high school marching bands.
Enjoy!
The Cleaning Lady
Yayyy happee birthdaeee Captain :)
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