Hammertown!
Here I am. Oddly enough, the internet is actually working. Haven’t tried the phone yet, but internet is more important.
It took a couple of days longer than planned. This was probably the second worst move of my life (the first being the last one where the landlord nailed the back door shut severely complicating getting stuff to the vehicles), and the less said about it the better. I’m beat.
And now it’s time to wade into the chaos and try to reorganize my life. If you don’t hear back from me in 24 hours, send a St. Bernard with a cask of brandy.
March 1st, 2009 at 3:54 am
Hammertown? You’re not going to start wearing really baggy pants and singing “U Can’t Touch This”, are ya?
March 5th, 2009 at 8:43 pm
Oooh….you think you’re real tough with those threatening phone calls, don’t you, teabag? Oh yeah? Well why don’t you come to Champy’s party and you can show me how tough you are…I’ve won three Strongsquash competitions three years running, and I’ll show you what a gourd can do.
After I stomp a mudhole in your head, let’s do a pie-eating contest….a BLUEBERRY pie-eating contest.
Oooh…and a dance-off. I’ve always wanted to do one of those.