Spin Cycle

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.

What's that?

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.

Damn.  It's a bitch being popular.