|My first idea for a blog title was already taken.|
|Wisconsin Beer. Yes, that's a cat, holding a gold-plated pistol|
while seated atop a unicorn shooting flames from its nose.
Fortunately, the beer lives up to the label.
The cop told me that because I owned up to it and had a good attitude, he lowered it to 10 miles over. Thanks police officer. (I’d also like to thank myself for not being drunk when I got pulled over. It was 7:30 a.m. and I was on my way to work but, still, yeh!!!)
Because of their sheer and utter suckdom, I am forced to become an electrician, drywaller and a painter. It’s good to learn new skills! (To be fair, Mrs. Blackwell is the only one to do any painting yet but I know I speak for her in extending this thank you.)
|Yes, I'm thankful for them too.|
Thanks to this, I’m discovering reserves of patience I didn’t know I possessed.
This life lesson is aided by the fact that snow tires are $1,000 and — stingy bastard that I am — I’d rather deal with my “all season” tires than spend that money for tires I’m only going to use three months a year.