DLand - Me = Winner .... Bossman = Loser

I got lots of presents today. Bossman is back from his trip and he came bearing gifts. I got a new black ball cap with “Venetian” embroidered on it (Mrs. Bossman got that for entering the tournament). And I got a stuffed monkey that he won me at the carnival (again with the monkeys). Plus I got an M&M t-shirt and another Vegas t-shirt that changes colors in the sun. Photo-sensitive ink is cool. I loves me a technologically advanced piece of clothing. The icing on the cake (mmmm, icing) was the new Caramel M&M's that came from the M&M store. We taste tested them, but the jury is still out on whether we like them.Bossman: “The second one was better than the first one.” Me: “They have a nice bouquet. Would you like to sniff the wrapper?” Bossman: “Wonder if they keep getting better? Like by the 10th one, we'll be fighting over the bag.” Me: “Let's not risk it.” Bossman didn't fair so well in the gambling world. He said the hat and the monkey were about all he won in Vegas and I got both of them. But he did have an $80 breakfast yesterday. Room service in Vegas is a grand affair. They brought a toaster up so that they could toast their own muffins in the room. And a huge bouquet of flowers. And fresh squeezed orange juice. No wonder it was $80. We agreed for that price one could take a limo to Wal-Mart and buy your own toaster. Good thing room service was comped with the rooms. Needless to say, I bought lunch today since he's broke and we're all happy tomorrow's pay day.

DLand - Best 10 Dollars I Ever Spent

Genie says: heheheheheheheheGenie says: oooo eeee EEEEE! Dan says: uh huh ... I am TRYING to get out the door to head to Greensboro ... and I get a friggin Monkey Phone Call Dan says: :-) Genie says: hehehehehehe Dan says: there will be retribution Genie says: so was it a very realistic monkey? Dan says: no, it was a FRIGGIN person Dan says: wasn't even taped Dan says: you do much better Genie says: I'll see if I can get some free lance work from him :) Dan says: “Hello Dan, someone has sent you a monkey phone call ... are you ready?” Genie says: hee hee Dan says: rather lame ... not nearly as good as an origami boulder Genie says: but it was more personal than an origami boulder. Dan says: well, I guess the point is that no one can do better than the original monkey Dan says: all others are a distant second Genie says: thank you ... that means a lot. Dan says: well, everyone has to have something they are good at Dan says: oooo oooo EEEEE Genie says: ooo ooo EEE, indeed. Dan says: ok, heading to Greensboro Genie says: ok, have fun.

DLand - Achy Breaky Entry

Sooooo Tired I didn't do anything for Mother's Day. Well, that's not true. I gave my mother a nice 3 quart pot and came over to wash my clothes. And my mother folded my laundry for me for Mother's Day. No, I'm not a horrible daughter. She did this without my authorization or knowledge. I came back to get my clothes and they were folded and in a cardboard box waiting for me. And she made me tapioca pudding too. Mom rocks.Been in a funk most of today. I blamed it on physical fatigue yesterday. And that was probably true. I'm covered in bruises and scrapes and sore spots from things I can't even remember. Moving is hard. And today, I thought I would accomplish so much more. But it just wasn't happening. The blinds going up and the last of my dishes put away seemed to have been the bulk of my achievements. Oh, and the big ass table is put together and upright. I have a washer and dryer now temporarily thanks to my superior parents - delivered and installed today. I was going to bring it inside myself because I'm just that stubborn, but I'm apparently not strong enough to pull a washer up four brick steps on a dolly alone. Oh, I tried. But I had enough sense to quit while I was ahead. Like Dad says, if I had his physical strength, I'd be dangerous. I did get the washer hosed off and tipped over to dump the water out and onto the dolly. Just those damn steps were a bit too much. There are still starlings living in my stove exhaust vent. Damn hateful birds. Dad “got rid of” the momma bird and the eggs (now he sounds like Pussy from the Sopranos). But new birds have moved in (probably the original momma's cousins or some such). I'm not interested in bird murder, but I want them gone as they are harrassing my cat and making a general ruckus. So I asked Dad to make them “go away” if I promised to never ask where they went or how they went away. I think he will make them an offer they can't refuse soon. Ugh. Well, I just typed “if I was” and it took me four times of reading the sentence before I realized it and fixed it. This tells me my brain has gone to bed and I should follow it soon. I'll fix the rest of my typos and grammar violations in the morning.