I am all awake and making breakfast at 6:00! AM!
I fell off a makeshift stair and back onto my elbow, so I'm all stove up,
as my Dad would say. Kinda like Trey and his stupid bicycle that he runs in
to trees. I'm lucky that I haven't shot a nail through my head yet. But
there's lots of opportunity to do that and more.
The new bus (apparently the Blue Bus) is sitting by the garage at the top
of the hill and I have had two offers to buy it. Mostly, it's people telling
me about how when they were younger...if that Bus could talk, boy...I was a
serial killer in the 70s...
Jan says that Chuck should not just get the bus for what we paid, he
should beg and show us how badly he wants that bus. I am not sure what
degree of degradation we should put him through. And maybe it should wait
until Psycoblooie so he can do it publicly.
Here are some new pics of the construction, or more correctly right now,
the DEstruction. Oh, wait. We can't post them here, I fergot. I'll send them
to Dan and he'll put them up somewhere.
