Well, I just finished wrapping the last of the gifts I got for the Old Lady's birthday tomorrow. Once again, I have no idea if she'll secretly hate everything I got her, or if I'll get lucky on one or two items. I didn't go out on any major clothing or jewelry limbs this year, as I'm usually WAY THE FUCK OFF whenever I attempt that moron's errand. Except for last year's ring, and the ring I got her in the late 90s. The ring she lost... which, I don't think I ever mentioned, she found again. 'Tis true. It had been lost for like eight months and then she found it in the storage thingy under Mr. Z's bed. Fuck, I wish I had found it. Then I could've given it to her for her birthday and it wouldn't have mattered if the rest of the crap I got her was shitty. Which it is. I think.
Or not. Sure wish I knew.
One thing I know I did right -- I made reservations for dinner in Ann Arbor on Saturday night at some place called "Logan: An American Restaurant." I'm pretty sure it's the sequel to "Fievel: An American Tail." I even called a babysitter and everything... ALL BY MYSELF! Get me, I'm making phone calls! I think tomorrow I'm going to try to wipe my own ass.
This afternoon I had the spawnage make cards for their mom while I cranked the new "Wolfmother" cd I just got. Holy fuckstain, those dudes rock the schnizzy. And the spawnage dug it, too. Miss O was doing this hippie dance to that song "Woman" that they do. It was very "Laugh-In" meets Lancelot Link's "Evolution Revolution." Sure wish I videoed it. But I didn't. Alas.
Here, in its stead, is the video of the song. It'll blow your ass clean off. Buy the disk, it'll make you shit... out of your newly assless back-hole.