Pissit!

My shirt didn't come yesterday. Damn. It went from DHL to the post office. So perhaps today my children, perhaps today.

Damn. I feel like I'm getting hammered from below. Pervs! Or really I'm the perv. Hehe. The siding men must be putting siding down around the office window.

Day off! Day off! Day off!

I haven't told the story yet of the great hunt for Chuckles. Chuckles being Chuck Dearth, the car dude. I like to call him Chuckles. You see, Chuckles has a house on the same lake we go on up north. And every time we go up north and out on the lake the old folk like to hunt for Chuckles' house. The first time we looked (yes there has been more then one time) it was a challenge. The gauntlet had been thrown, where does Chuckles live? We had a smidge of information to go by in regards to what his humble abode looks like. So we combed the shoreline looking at the houses. But Ah! A problem arose when we came across two shacks (and by shacks I mean multi-million dollar big ass houses) that fit the description. Which one was Chuckles? WHICH ONE?! We did not know so we went on with our cruise. Then up north again it was decided that the hunt was still on. This time armed with more information and more eyes we once again combed around the shoreline looking. Looking like finding Chuckles meant we would find the fountain of youth. Once again no anvil. So defeated we retreated to the island over yonder to soak ourselves. Or maybe we went to a different lake, I don't quite remember. Then the news came in! We had confirmation that one of the two houses we thought to be his was it. And from who did this information come? Why Chuckles himself via UJ. Ah alas! We can rest easy knowing where he resides in the Northwoods of dear sweet 'sconsin!

I would so call him Chuckles to his face. Ok so probably not. But it'd be fun.

Ok I'm gonna make like a tree and leave.