They’re preoccupied about mismatching their socks

The rain is back and that’s just not good.  I’ve spent the day trying to get the PBE Mac to lumber back to life.  And listening to Rita alert that there is a squirrel in the perimeter!!  That will make your brain bleed after a couple of hours.  Any solutions for off the hook prey drive are extremely welcome at this point.

I’ve got a bet with a friend (who might even read this) on our Body for Life progress.  Not great for me when you spend a week down sick.  She’s probably kicking my ass right now.  It’s a journey not a race, so we’ll see how we’re doing in March/April, whenever this ends.   I did some cooking today.  I’m prepared, and we all know failure to plan is a plan for failure.

I’m sorry there aren’t any Wine of the Day posts.  The Wine Dog’s palette is still funky.  I missed the Sonoma Winter Wineland.  While this may be painful for some of you to look at, it was brutal for me.  Freemark Abbey called wanting to know where I’d been and I had to say “I’ve been sick for freaking ever and haven’t been up there”.  When the wineries start wondering where you are, it’s time to make changes for your health.  So I’m trying out some of that Acai stuff.  I didn’t get it at that site, the link is just for information.  It tastes fine and supposed to cure everything from head colds to shingles to ED.  Those sorts of claims always worry me.  So to hedge my bets, I’m off to juice some oranges a friend let me pick yesterday.  With them being right off a tree I hope I can find some health and keep my job.

3 Replies to “They’re preoccupied about mismatching their socks”

  1. Seriously? There are wineries you frequent to the point where they call you if you don’t come by and this makes you concerned about bumping up your health so that they don’t have to miss you again?

    Um. Huh.

    Well… I guess you have your priorities figured out, at least.

  2. This is a step up DG. The bars on the waterfront used to call lockup to see if she was there.
    Let us all know how the açai thing goes. I think you can buy the pulp frozen, maybe at trader joes, and make your own smoothies, or your own oj mixed juice concoctions. The corner grocer has been trying to sell me on the stuff, but geez, 45 bucks a bottle for something less than 21 years old bothers me. Once the corner grocer informed me that according to his religion my dog was unclean and he couldn’t let it touch him, I became less interested in his 45 a bottle concoctions.

  3. TB – that cracked me up! Clearly, yes, this is a step up.

    Then again, like I should talk… Considering that SweetPea’s cell phone number is on the employee phone number list at the Mr. Pickle.

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