Speaking of lack of sleep, the wifey and I JUST NOW ROLLED INTO KANSAS CITY. That's right folks, we were sposed to leave paducah at NO LATER THAN 2 pm Friday.
Actual departure time: 11:47 PM. I. ****. YOU. NOT.
But, hey, what's an all night 7.5 hour drive halfway up Illinois's *** and all across Misery when you're already sleep deprived? Two knock down drag out fights along the way -- she's driving, pull to the shoulder, yelling screaming fit I KNOW YOURE MAD AT ME ARENT YOU (I wasnt, I fully expected the late departure), YOU WANNA HIT THE CAR DONT YOU??? (WTF does that even mean? I've never hit anything in anger other than a straight-line baseball or a slowly pitched softball) YOU WANNA HIT THE CAR DONT YOU??? ( give me the keys, you're delirious, and not in a good way)
UN real. Simply. U.N. REAL. Now I've got 7 hours of lectures ahead on 45 min sleep.
But marriage is a good thing dammit, maybe the best thing, and no good thing ever dies. Wait.
That's hope is a good thing. At least so says Andy. If you ask Nando (from the feel-good hit movie "Alive") he'll say "what's so great about hope?" I'll tell you what's so great about her, she's got big hooters, or at least she did when her and Bo first hooked up in the mid 80s, now hope looks anorexic, so maybe Nando was write, I dunno. YAll be cool, I'll check in later.