tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287385662011-10-14T22:35:22.924-04:00Just surviving a day at a time...Megnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28738566.post-36948706263152587472011-08-03T01:21:00.003-04:002011-08-03T01:39:10.389-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmE-jKoOjtU/Tjjc0Y06qdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F92Ij2IpOHI/s1600/rooster.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmE-jKoOjtU/Tjjc0Y06qdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F92Ij2IpOHI/s320/rooster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636497726229883346" border="0" /></a><br />So I haven't blogged in a very, VERY, long time. But it's time to pick it up again. What got me back here was my new rooster. See, I've recently gotten addicted to a delightful blog where the wife takes delight in torturing her husband. Like recently her husband wouldn't let her buy new towels. She did the only sane thing. She came home with a 5' rooster. Named Beyonce. I want to marry her and have her babies. Super awesome. <br /><br />Please note, (name suggestions?) my rooster will get a big brother very soon. Bruhaha. Teehee.<br /><br />So here we are. I'm still waiting on Silas to come over and tell me what he thinks of it. I'm pretty sure he's going to question why we're eating with a rooster. Who else would we be eating with?<br /><br />Work today was delightful. Great crew, got to watch the napoleon complex-ed bartender have a temper-tantrum-esk meltdown. Always delightful. As long as I didn't need to make any money it was a great gift.<br /><br />On another note, I seriously need to make some money.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28738566-3694870626315258747?l=threesunsets.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Megnoreply@blogger.com0