Another Sunday Night

Lots of stuff went down this weekend. I took the day off of work on Friday to take the twins from the Shining to the dentist. That went as expected, I will cut my own head off before I do that again. Back on track Saturday morning. Me and my six year old twins got the yard sale bug. We get all jacked up on coffee and cruise the streets looking for yard sales. It's a lot more manly than it sounds. We scored some old shit stained stuffed animals, a chipped daffy duck coffee mug(for me), lets see, a few guitar picks, some very old and politically incorrect Disney books, a naked headless Ken doll(I guess it's Ken)and a Teletubbies book. OK, that killed most of the morning. I also spent some time working on the solar hot water heater, which will probably level the neighborhood when I fire it up. Later on in the day I found out Tim Russert had died. He was a great man. Brother Tom came by and we put the solar panel on the roof. What else. Oh, Vicki kicked my pet tortoise out of the bedroom, the bitch. I've had him for over twenty years. He's down in the basement with the gargantuan. While rearranging the bedroom furniture I found my Johnny Cash doll. Vicki must have put it there years ago. I snatched it off the floor and held it up to Vicki's face and screamed(way too loud)"In your face!". I don't even know why. So, we're not speaking.