Thursday, February 21, 2008


Driving with Little yesterday, I'm singing along with Skynyrd..."What's your name, little girl, what's your name?". A voice pipes up from the back, "My name is Little, Daddy!".

Well okay then.

Looks like I have my surgery March 4th. Shoulder replacement on the right side. This brings up my total to 3 replacements. My dreams of becoming a cyborg are coming to fruition. That and my abiding love of getting to know the fine people of the TSA when the metal detector goes off. Nothing shows the bond of brotherhood while being groped and patted down by Cletus while holding my shoes.

Good times. Good times.


Anonymous Pischina said...

hahaha, yeah, I have to say getting Scott through an airport is no longer as easy as it used to be... his tourette-like need to speak about bombs while waiting to be patted down doesn't help matters either. We're actually looking at Amtrack vacation tours now, and incidently, our number one choice is a Chicago to Grand Canyon with stop in OKLAHOMA. Wouldn't it be funny if we actually met in Oklahoma instead of when you lived here?

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