<p>Yeahhhhh, what shee shaid…I’ve had a few, rorosen, and as they say, it’s Happy Hour somewherz. I believe, it’s ALWAYS Happy Hour in Sinner’s Alley!
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<p>I began my stroll down Booze Breath Lane at 12:01 a.m. this morning. I and my four-legged friends, the exhausted marmots, who dug their little hearts out forging a tunnel all the way to Toledo only to find that FedEx had shipped SluggJr’s bike off to God Knows Where.</p>
<p>Evidently, SluggJr is on some sort of cosmic <em>wheel</em> probation, as in not allowed to be near any mode of transportation involving wheels. I think, his Little Tikes garden tractor might still be in the garage, buried under PrincessSlugg’s dorm crappola, a technical term meaning, “crap for the dorm.” That pile of crappola represents a summer’s worth of my life spent obsessing over foam mattresses, mini-fridges, and wastebaskets. Now that she’s in her own <em>big girl</em> apartment, most of her dorm crappola landed back here. Well, we sort of took it back…assuming that SluggJr would go to college, someday. Hahahahaha!
It’s kind of cute how we assumed that a year and a half ago. </p>
<p>But, those lovable marmots came through, even though Davis has the latest start date of all the UC’s. September freakin’ 28th! I feel like Nancy Kerrigan after Tonya Harding clubbed her knee…Why?! Why, can’t Davis start any earlier?! Well, we get to move him in a few days before, around the 24th. </p>
<p>It’s going to be a long summer of this…</p>
<p>SluggJr: HEY, have you seen my really good necklaces that I left on the kitchen table? (Accusingly…) They were there this morning.</p>
<p>Me: Last time I looked, they were on the table where you left them.</p>
<p>SluggJr: Oh, are they still there?..(surprised that I did not smuggle them out of the house this morning and donate them to the Salvation Army).</p>
<p>Me: I don’t know. Why don’t you go look? (Oh, and while you’re at it…BITE ME!) :D</p>