Well, my squirrels were released on Sunday. Cute little buggers, but I haven't seen them since. Sadly, I read yesterday that squirrels remember where they were born and return there to have their own litters. Had I fucking known that I would have taken them back to Tech - but nnooooo, I had to release them six miles away and the only thing between the house and Tech is the concrete jungle known as the City of Atlanta. Good luck, guys! I guess tree-hopping through downtown is probably safer than taking MARTA anyway.
On another subject, no grown man should be called, "Scooter". When I hear that word, I think of a cat that just came out of the cat box and has a turd stuck to its fur. Since cats aren't real good with the reach-around, they turn into a "Scooter" on the carpet. I truly hope Scooter, Rove, and that seriously evil dick Cheney all spend a couple of long months as the girlfriends to some convict named Bubba Riley in the Federal Pen. Actually, I wish Valerie Plame would illicit some of her badass CIA shit on all of 'em.
And if this don't beat 'em all - Atlanta announced its new "anthem" at last night's Falcon's game. Check it out http://alt.cimedia.com/ajc/audio/atlantaanthem.mp3, but please, please do not give me any shit as I had nothing - nothing to do with this barf tune. I cannot believe the State Song of Georgia is the lovely "Georgia on My Mind" by Ray Charles, but Atlanta has to come up with this little ditty. Some folks are calling it "too ethnic". What a euphamism that is.
Well, thanks to Ludo for stopping by last night!! We had a great time at dinner - and this time it didn't cost $175! I also appreciate you showing me your designs - some of them are really phenomenial. I might steal one to use as the wallpaper in the dining room. Speaking of dining rooms - time to get back to it. Ciao
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good to see you back to your blogging ways
Good, cheap therapy.
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