Friday, January 02, 2004

Holiday Happiness

I've spent most of this week on my back.

Under sinks changing out faucets and other plumbing parts, you dirty minded people.

Out of the gutter for a second, please.

Essentially the old family Homestead emptied of renters for the first time in five years and when my mom asked if I would help her work on it last fall, I said yes. No fool, mom is cashing that blank check while she can. So this year's gathering of the clan occurred in the miniscule Southwest Texas town my father retired from the Navy to over 25 years ago.

Miniscule to the point I was gleeful to escape to military boarding school for my freshman year. You know a town is small when every book in the mystery and SCI/FI section of the public library has your signature in it before you're out of elementary school. All kidding aside, its not that horrible -- to visit -- but I am too much of a big city rat to ever live somewhere like this (again). And when I was a kid, I was a minor and had no say in the matter.

Anyway... I'm playing hookey at the local library typing this up and should get back to work. But before I go -- it warmed my heart to read this -- Smokers, some eatery owners and cigarette foes all fume at new rules -- over at the SA Express.

Cigarettes and the people who puff on them in public suck.

posted by Bohica at 2:53 PM