Don’t you love getting yelled at for company policy that you aren’t even responsible for creating?
I don’t know how well you can see in the background, but I’m going to do my best to explain. The little two seater car on the right was a little bit further up the highway when he put on his flashers and started backing up. I thought, he missed the last exit and figured that he would just back up since the highway wasn’t very busy.
Then the cop car showed up. He got out, and the other driver got out, and they started to dig and push the snow. A second cop car arrived (further back, behind the tree.)
Me: That little two-seater got stuck and now they have to dig it out.
Richie: That’s a Porsche. That is a Porsche that’s stuck.
Me: That dude’s penis is stuck in the snow.
A couple of weeks ago, Richie and I went to Seamus McDaniel’s in Dogtown. (YUM)
What we found out a couple of days later, was that Richie accidentally butt-dialed Big Mike.
Big Mike listened to us for three hours.
I usually hang out for thirty seconds. If I can’t get your attention, I hang up. If you really meant to call me, you’ll call back.
So, Mike heard our conversation in the bar; driving around Dogtown looking at some houses for sale; our goofy couple-speak in the car.
Apparently Mike was waiting to see if we were going to… ah…. get down. He said he was rooting for Richie.
I can never face Big Mike again.
(Bruce Springsteen butt pastel created by Linda Bryant)
As my day winds down, I thought I’d throw up a quick post.
Richie and I stay in on VDay. Because our anniversary is so close to the holiday, and everyone goes out, we choose to go out on our anniversary.
Tonight, we had steak with a side of steamed broccoli, and sweet potato fries with chipotle mayo.
For dessert, we have peanut butter cookies with Dove chocolate hearts,
or cupcakes with M&M X’s and O’s!
We watched an episode of Deadliest Warrior
and now we’re listening to some of Big Mike’s recordings.
How was your day?
My friend Connie is a Cardinals fan, so whenever I stumble across Cardinals news, I text her.
Today, I had the joy* of texting her some bad news about one Chris Carpenter.
She took it hard, which was weird to me because I thought Yadi was her man.
Text from Connie: Chris Carpenter forever and always.
But she did concede that Taxi was cool.
Wait a minute, Taxi?
Well if there can be a baseball player named Woody Woodpecker**…
Text from Connie: Auto-correct. Sorry I meant Yadi.
I think I like Taxi better.
*I am so not a sports fan.
** You know I’m right.