Be sure to be there, today, at 415pm.
Ok, I will plan my day around it.
10am: Oh, look! I won a 2 hour play time on candy crush.
12 noon: Geeze.
I am out of pills.
Down to the pharmacy I go.
1pm: I am hungry.
Arriving at the pizza place: Chris and Tami are there.
Chris is disabled.
He is eating like a fiend to relieve the pain…. along with a few shots of J. Beam.
The party isn’t until 415pm.
Might as well watch the Eagles and drink beer.
Welcome to DeMarcos.
Thank you for coming.
I reverted back to my familiar role of greeter and bouncer…..
After 4 beers, in walk C and C.
Hey, kids, party at 415 at Patty’s.
6pm: On Patty’s deck, drinking Irish whiskey.
Carol, Kait, Chris, Christine, George, Jinx, Patty and the Cx Butt got hungry.
Had a lovely dinner, salads and crab cakes.
Some of us got tipsy.
Not me, of course.
After all, I am nursing a permanent disability, the nasty cat bite from Puff Daddy.
The cat bite has infected my brain.
I can’t help it:
All I can focus on are moose balls.
I envision myself , beating the #%R#%#%# of those balls, prior to cooking them in a nice wine reduction…..whatever the hell that means.
Finally home to greet the beast who debilitated me for life; the 5 lb P Daddy.
Before I pop open the antidote, I just want to thank Potty. Yes. I said Potty….. for a lovely evening.
Can’t wait for the tetanus shot tomorrow… if I live that long.