Jim Siting

by Otis

If the rest of you are like me, Otis the Inebriated, then you must be tired of the lack of energy given by the creator of this so-called garden. Two posts a month just isn't going to cut it. That is why I have decided to make my own entry. I, Otis the Inebriated, will do my best to keep you updated on the happenings of Jim's life (or at least what he has left of one.)

I first thought of taking over this Blog the other day when I noticed Jim mowing the lawn. He's never done that in his life! But there he was adding gas from his new little red tank into his new little red lawn mower. I think he missed more grass then he cut. Hopefully when he mows the lawn for the second time in 35 years he won't leave little mohawks up and down the yard.

I've noticed Jim working quite a lot in the garage lately. Of course, since the move about a week ago 95% of what he and Chick own is still in the garage. I've been thinking of moving out there. Hell, there are a couple of recliners, two big TV's, a mini-fridge and a popcorn popper. That's more than I had in college. But, to his credit, he has been slowly moving everything into the house. And he has to get it done soon with the baby on the way. And speaking of the baby...

I couldn't believe what I saw last night. Chick actually allowed Jim to put together the Baby crib. The BABY crib! This guy can't mow a lawn, let alone clear out the garage. Doesn't she realize that her newborn baby is going to have to sleep in this thing? The next time Jim goes to the coffee shop I'm calling a carpenter just to make sure the crib won't fall apart.

In my eyes, Chick is still looking awesome. Sure, she's got a pretty big belly but she is as beautiful as ever. Don't tell Jim, but at night I try to cuddle up against her just to rub her belly. It's nice.

I really don't mind what Jim wears when he stays home. I too belive that underwear is very overrated. I have actually encouraged him to shed the khaki's and be proud to wear nothing but socks. But he won't go that far - something about still needing one more set of blinds on the glass sliding door. But hell, no one's in the neighborhood during the day except for a few construction guys. I say, if they enjoy the peep show, then good for them.

I know one of the reasons Jim doesn't put as much effort into the Garden is that he is still writing for that damned fantasy sports site. He has an article due every Sunday morning titled Points to Ponder. For some reason the stupid editor gave him a clean slate to write about anything he wants. What a lunatic! This week there's going to be a quiz to determine what kind of geek you are: Star Wars, Baseball or Football. I'll read it, but I'm proud to say that I'm not a geek whatsoever. Unless making your own beer is geeky.

Well, that's all I have for now. I know I don't write nearly as well as Jim but quite honestly, I'm drunk. I'll do everything I can to get Jim to plant more seeds in the Dandelion Garden. Don't worry, just come back.