Grab (Something out of My A**) Bag
Tough week. I'm skeedadling off to Oregon on Sunday for work, which meant I had to do all the things I would have done last week, this week...blah, blah, blah. Boring. Anyway, the point is that I didn't have a lot of time to blog this week and I won't have time to do it tomorrow, so here I am, saying something with nothing to say.
I suppose I could leave it up to chance that my hotel in Portland will have wireless -- a reasonable assumption -- but I am not the sort of man who leaves his victory pie to chance.
Speaking of pie, I saw what may be the best vanity license plate in the history of vanity license plates (though frankly, that may be damning it with faint praise):
Hotrod made a good point (even a broken clock is right twice a day) when I told him of my sighting. "There isn't a car in America with the license plate "BROWNIE." Case. Closed...again.
So yeah. That was...disjointed. But you can't win a pie without breaking a few berries. I'm in it to win it.
So yeah. That was...disjointed. But you can't win a pie without breaking a few berries. I'm in it to win it.
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Free brownie to whomever gets it.
Oh, and this is the greatest vanity plate of all time.