NiftyNiblick
1960s Chick Magnet
I have spent my entire Saturday cleaning my man cave.
The screening room ( my humorously pretentious name for where the A/V system is).
The office/library.
The bathroom.
The storage room.
The entire basement level is as clean as an operating room,
but at this moment, I'm substantially closer to dead than alive. My back is full of arrows. Hunting, not archery tips. My temples are throbbing. I'm about to swallow half of a Big Phrma factory.
Easy dinner, tonight. I've got pulled pork going in the slow cooker. Sides to just heat up.
Then the rare Saturday night Patriots game.
If I make it.
I haven't seen the Vegas line on that. My making it, not the game.
The screening room ( my humorously pretentious name for where the A/V system is).
The office/library.
The bathroom.
The storage room.
The entire basement level is as clean as an operating room,
but at this moment, I'm substantially closer to dead than alive. My back is full of arrows. Hunting, not archery tips. My temples are throbbing. I'm about to swallow half of a Big Phrma factory.
Easy dinner, tonight. I've got pulled pork going in the slow cooker. Sides to just heat up.
Then the rare Saturday night Patriots game.
If I make it.
I haven't seen the Vegas line on that. My making it, not the game.