While the washing machine is chasing out all the grunge, mud, and grit from my bike shop clothes and my riding duds, I figured I had a few minutes to sit down and waste some bandwidth. There is either not much on my mind or there is so much crammed in there, all I hear is a dull roar as all those things needing my attention scream, holler, and stamp their feet in a vain attempt to get my attention.
Ferchrisakes, calm down. And you there, yeah you, the returns I need to get to UPS. Stop pouting. You'll be on your way back from whence you came by day's end.
I know, I know. Yard, you have been ignored in recent weeks. Hey, it's not my fault. The weather wasn't cooperating there for awhile and well now, I'm busier than a .............Well you know what I mean. I'll be out trimming you back and rubbing you down this weekend................I promise.
Oh, you don't believe me.
Well get in line. And here's a quarter to call someone who gives a shit.
Everything in it's own time........Well Geez guys, riled all of you up with that one. You need to talk one at a time or I just cannot deal with you. All you irritating duties and chores will continue to suck hind tit while I try to keep the madness at bay down to the bike shop if you don't cool your jets. So be quiet and I might get some of you out of the way. Or keep whining and I will walk around you until Hell freezes over. Your choice.
Ah, that's better. Now see. When everyone quiets down I can almost single out one of you to dance with.