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Monday, September 30, 2002
I have survived another birthday. So far I can't complain. 27 has been a good year. And talk about presents. I have the best friends and family ever. The mountain of power tools, and DVD's and the Pez...Oh the Pez. Now the question is how to display them all. I know you are all waiting to hear how I do it, do I'll let you know.
I got a Shop Vac/Leaf Blower for my birthday and I couldn't be happier. Though there are no trees by my house yet, I can still clean my garage with the blower. I am so white trash. Next thing you know I'll be sitting in a lawn chair in the garage with the door open dressed in my wife beater and a pair of cut off jean shorts. I'll have a can of High Life in a little beer coozie that has a lever saying on it. Something like: "Who let the dogs out?", or "#8...God Needed a Driver." I'll find my beer coozie rather expressive and funny. Matter of fact, I'll show it to all my friends when they come over for the grill out. They'll wonder where I got it and no matter what, I won't tell them Cub Foods had them clearanced. I'll grill the burgers while the old lady sets out the jell-o and the pork and beans. We'll sit around the table and talk about the Nascar and how it's bullshit that WWF had to change it's name. Then someone will notice the pretty doll collection my wife has started and ask where my Generals of the South plate collection went to. I'll laugh and offer everyone another Busch and will end the night with everyone leaving, someone stealing my "Best of Captain Hook" tape and the wife's cousin crashing on the sofa/sleeper. Ahhhh, living the high life. Pork rind?
Craig @ 11:36 AM
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