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Ladies and Gentleman, I've Left The Building

Ok well I've only left the building until Monday evening. The Captain took Monkey Boy up north with Papa for camping. Auntie Fluffy and Uncle Kota are going as well as Uncle PJ and his crew. I think Monkey Boy will have a great time. When asked this week about camping, his priorities were as follows: Seeing Papa Merlin (his great grampa), marshmallows on sticks and crayons in his backpack. He has a sticky plan I think. I sent good luck wishes to the Captain as I sped, err, drove away slowly. I miss them already.

Peanut and I made the drive out to Wausau to see my parents for the weekend. She was so damn good in the car that I had to check on her a couple times and make sure she was still alive and breathing. Spongebob (aka BobBob) was THAT interesting. The only sound she made the first 2 hours was a loud GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARY when she saw him on the dvd player.

Hopefully I will have some downtime this weekend to blog some. I have some FABulous customers as usual, Monkey Boy learned that mommies don't have a penis, driving in Minneapolis blows and then there's the top 20 part of my 100 songs. Speaking of songs, I burned two cds for my road trip and the fricking car doesn't read RW cds. WTF? Grrr. Not happy. Thanks again for all the supportive emails and comments I've received, it really means so much to me.


Les Becker said…
"Monkey Boy learned that mommies don't have a penis" - that's like, a post in and of itself, no? I hope you have time to blog this weekend!
Les Becker said…
"Ok well I've only left the building until Monday evening."

Okay, so it's like Wednesday now...? Camping anecdotes...? Monkey Boy/Penis stories...?

Actually, it's Thursday, even. You are even more late. I need a road trip story...

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