Day 81

Better than Duct Tape.

Our usual morning routine does not always allow for the breakfast dishes to be completely cleaned before we we pile ourselves in the 206 for the morning commute.  Unfortunately, this usually means that there is a cornflake or two tack welded to the silverware upon my return.  Have you ever tried to dislodge a dried cornflake from the inside of a cereal bowl?  It's damned near impossible.  I swear that if you dip a cornflake in milk and stick it to the ceiling, you could easily hang a chandelier from it.  It is that strong.  It's a fast acting adhesive as well.  Give it a good 15 minutes and it will have created a bond that even a plasma torch can't touch. I think that the good folks at Kellogs have missed a marketing opportunity here.  Perhaps however, folks would stop ingesting this stuff if they knew is was akin to eating a bottle of superglue.

After a long day of education and domestic matters, I am dog ass tired, so I am probably going to keep this one short and sweet.  The systematic demolition of our home by the 8 and 3 year olds had to finally be put to a stop and I rallied the troops to pick shit back up again.  My castle is now back in a fair amount of order which leaves only a chore or two to complete tomorrow before I focus my full attention on the swamp that we call a pool.  To be honest, I am not all that jazzed about tackling that job as I am now fairly certain that "Nessy" inhabits the deep end.  It could have been drift wood, but I am pretty sure I saw something surface for a moment only to immediately dive back down into the murky depths upon my arrival at waters edge.  I may have to set up some motion sensored still cameras in hopes of catching some compelling stills of this beast.

Speaking of beasts, the White Whale returned to my life today.  For those of you that have been following this riveting tale, the fat, spandex clad road warrior with stuffed animal heads glued to his bicycle has evaded capture for far too long.  He has now gone to great lengths to disguise his appearance.  To add to the mystique, he now has a heavy growth of facial hair in the shape of the handlebars on his bicycle.  In addition, he seems to be playing both sides of the fence.  He was fraternizing with the local police this afternoon and seemed to have them on his side.  I am not fooled you Rogue.  I will have my revenge and Benji's soul will soon rest easy with the proper burial that he so deserves.

All else remains the same.  Children are well, wife is out of town, and I am doing my best to maintain my sanity and gurlish good looks.  As a fairwell, I am dedicating today's musical selection to my wife.  It is a time tested favorite that I have in my playlist by a couple of different artists.  Tyrone Wells, however, applies his chops to it like no other.  Plus, I kind of favor the guy because we have the same barber.  This is of course not to take anything away from Buddy Guy and Tracy Chapman who do this one as a duet that is also a must hear.  I hope you enjoy . . . and baby, if you are readin this . . . THERE AIN'T NO SUNSHINE WHEN YOUR GONE!  Until tomorrow.