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You do know that the phrase, "Babble on" comes from the bible right?
Course you do.
The Tower of Babel, when God got a tad cranky not liking what was going on down there, and had them all speak different languages.
Kinda like being in Wall-Mart.
Well, I'm gonna babble.
On.
WeeksforVols,,,, welcome back, we missed you. Hope you had a nice trip.
Ok, let the babbling begin.
I am all set, I just got home, and she just left for work.
Got my manhattan in front of me,,, just me and the keyboard.
Well, actually, I ran out of sweet vermouth for the manhattan.
And, without that, no point in putting in the cherry juice.
Ok, Ok, I have a glass of whiskey in front of me.
But it has ice in it.
That makes it legit right Sheridac?
A funny thing happened today on the way to work.
We had to switch cars, cuz Diane had more time to get an estimate on the
damage some swell person did to my car in a parking lot.
Now, since I drive 70 miles round trip, my car is the economy car.
Yeah, need the 30 miles to the gallon thing going on.
So I very, rarely, ever get to drive the Sante Fe.
At five o'clock, I fire it up, and all the warning lights go out on the dashboard, cept one.
There is that little gas pump lit up still.
Thanks honey, you got me.
After filling up, getting the paper and coffee, I am on my way.
And pull a u turn and go right back to the house to get the I Pass, transponder.
That is in my car.
If you remember from , oh, chapter two, this car only goes on vacations when it's on the highway.
And the work exit is right before the tri-state south exit.
This is where I know I need to take the 12 step Disney program again.
My car thinks it's going to Disney.
And I'm right with it.
Soon, I was playing the cruise control buttons like a concert pianist again.
I open the center console, grab the first cd.
One of my Disney cd's.
I drove to work listening to the Splash Mountain medley, and then Illuminations.
Just being in this car had me going all over again. It was all I could do to
yank the wheel at the St. Charles road exit.
All day, when I had a chance, I thought about a future trip, where to stay, how many days, I even have a jar of instant coffee at work.
Nescafe.
It sucks.
But I made a cup. Why?
Cuz it tastes like Disneyworld.
Oh, here come those nice men, Hey, shouldn't you guys be wearing white coats? No, I don't think that vest is big enough for me, why are the arms sowed to the front?
Just thought I'd share.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
Our last day, now you know how I can get on the last day.
Yep, not good.
Not my finest hour.
However, I am going to make sure that an emotional meltdown doesn't happen today.
We head back up to the room, and start getting ready for Epcot.
BJ Thomas is playing there today, and we both like him a lot.
As I'm changing, I glance at the table.
That's where we have kept the booze, our own mini bar.
She gets ready quickly, and is doing the "pre packing" thing, to save time.
I glance at the table.
" How many SHOTS have you got left, do we need the camera?"
Uh, yeah, a few, I'll bring it.
I glance at the table.
I crack.
Screw it! My last day, I'm not driving anywhere, yet.
As I tie my shoe, and get up to go to the table, I see her reach over and grab the bottle of Early Times.
OH MY GOD!
She is in total packing mode.
"PUT THE BOTTLE DOWN, CAREFULLY, AND SLOWLY STEP AWAY FROM THE TABLE!"
And I made myself a drink.
"Steve, it's eleven o'clock."
"Yeah, your right, I should have started an hour ago."
intermission
Course you do.
The Tower of Babel, when God got a tad cranky not liking what was going on down there, and had them all speak different languages.
Kinda like being in Wall-Mart.
Well, I'm gonna babble.
On.
WeeksforVols,,,, welcome back, we missed you. Hope you had a nice trip.
Ok, let the babbling begin.
I am all set, I just got home, and she just left for work.
Got my manhattan in front of me,,, just me and the keyboard.
Well, actually, I ran out of sweet vermouth for the manhattan.
And, without that, no point in putting in the cherry juice.
Ok, Ok, I have a glass of whiskey in front of me.
But it has ice in it.
That makes it legit right Sheridac?
A funny thing happened today on the way to work.
We had to switch cars, cuz Diane had more time to get an estimate on the
damage some swell person did to my car in a parking lot.
Now, since I drive 70 miles round trip, my car is the economy car.
Yeah, need the 30 miles to the gallon thing going on.
So I very, rarely, ever get to drive the Sante Fe.
At five o'clock, I fire it up, and all the warning lights go out on the dashboard, cept one.
There is that little gas pump lit up still.
Thanks honey, you got me.
After filling up, getting the paper and coffee, I am on my way.
And pull a u turn and go right back to the house to get the I Pass, transponder.
That is in my car.
If you remember from , oh, chapter two, this car only goes on vacations when it's on the highway.
And the work exit is right before the tri-state south exit.
This is where I know I need to take the 12 step Disney program again.
My car thinks it's going to Disney.
And I'm right with it.
Soon, I was playing the cruise control buttons like a concert pianist again.
I open the center console, grab the first cd.
One of my Disney cd's.
I drove to work listening to the Splash Mountain medley, and then Illuminations.
Just being in this car had me going all over again. It was all I could do to
yank the wheel at the St. Charles road exit.
All day, when I had a chance, I thought about a future trip, where to stay, how many days, I even have a jar of instant coffee at work.
Nescafe.
It sucks.
But I made a cup. Why?
Cuz it tastes like Disneyworld.
Oh, here come those nice men, Hey, shouldn't you guys be wearing white coats? No, I don't think that vest is big enough for me, why are the arms sowed to the front?
Just thought I'd share.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
Our last day, now you know how I can get on the last day.
Yep, not good.
Not my finest hour.
However, I am going to make sure that an emotional meltdown doesn't happen today.
We head back up to the room, and start getting ready for Epcot.
BJ Thomas is playing there today, and we both like him a lot.
As I'm changing, I glance at the table.
That's where we have kept the booze, our own mini bar.
She gets ready quickly, and is doing the "pre packing" thing, to save time.
I glance at the table.
" How many SHOTS have you got left, do we need the camera?"
Uh, yeah, a few, I'll bring it.
I glance at the table.
I crack.
Screw it! My last day, I'm not driving anywhere, yet.
As I tie my shoe, and get up to go to the table, I see her reach over and grab the bottle of Early Times.
OH MY GOD!
She is in total packing mode.
"PUT THE BOTTLE DOWN, CAREFULLY, AND SLOWLY STEP AWAY FROM THE TABLE!"
And I made myself a drink.
"Steve, it's eleven o'clock."
"Yeah, your right, I should have started an hour ago."

intermission