Wednesday Night with Otis

First of all, I do need to sincerely apologize if I offended any of the regular visitors of the Garden with the last posting. I think most of you took it all in the humor that it was intended. For those of you that got a little pissy, please remember that everything in the Garden is fiction.

Along those same lines, I am looking forward to working with Kelly. I hope she sends along some good material that we can reap and sow together. Of course Kelly, if you don't send me anything I can always make up some really nasty stuff and give you full credit. It's your choice really. Hmmmph.

And to wrap up the previous post, there were still 2 anonymous comments! Don't worry, I have a very good idea who you are and I will see to it that you pay accordingly. (If anything, I'll just write really long holiday stories that lead to nothing but make you waste 15 minutes of your life by reading them.)

On to the nothingness...

I am completely addicted to Curling. Yeah, I've actually been watching a lot of the Olympics which is difficult to admit in the first place. But Curling is on twice a day. I get it live and in HD during the morning hours. Then in the early evening CNBC broadcasts a taped match. The U.S. men's team is doing better than the women but the Johnson sisters are hot. Unfortunately, I don't think they are in the Women of Curling Calendar. Yes, it exists. As a matter of fact it's making a lot of news as it features sexy and semi-nude photos of some of the world's best female Curlers. I've got to get one.

Tommorrow I have to apologize to the Starbucks woman who works the drive-thru. But first she has to explain to me how they were OUT of Cinnamon Dolce Latte. It just doesn't make sense to me.

You may be wondering why Otis is planting his seed on Wednesday night. Yeah, I'm downing a few. Mo and Chick are both in bed so I have a little 'ME' time. And the way my life works these days the only difference between the weekend and a weekday is how much time Chick spends at home. So why not drink a few beers on Wednseday night?

I finished our taxes today. What a pain in the ass. I wonder how many people just don't do it? I mean it's really a pain even with TurboTax. And I'm still looking for the little boxes to designate where I want my taxes to go. That actually may be a good way to show how you support the troops. "Yeah I support our troops. I bought this little magnetic ribbon that I put on my car and I checked the box on my taxes that designated $10 goes to body armor." Actually I'm looking for a box to pay for Dick Cheney's shooting range lessons. Or at least a trip to the optometrist. (Insert rim-shot here.)

Do you know that the lowest possible score in Yahtzee is 5?

I just noticed that this is my fifth posting this month. I'm not sure what my record is for one month and I don't feel like doing the research but I am on a pretty good pace. Honestly, it's nice to know people read this crap. It is a large part of why I write it. That, and I'm just bored. (Here comes that nastiness again.)

What's more incredible than my five posts is that in the Circling Buzzards there has already been 4 deaths. And that doesn't count Ariel Sharon (C'mon - he's seen his last peace talks.) At this point last year we had only one death. Currently we are on pace for picking over 40 dead people! That would have to be some sort of Death Pool record.