Monday Night Countdown

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Any of you who watch the show referenced in the title during football season will get the eventual reference. . .

Folks arrived yesterday, kicked around Ybor, and then, as angel_sil indicated, the Gothopia Moon Base Alpha contingents became permanent Happy Hour patrons at TBBC. What she glossed over was the twitch-inducing Muppets-and-Ashanti version of The Wizard of Oz that was playing on the big screen while we ate.

K was feeling unwell, so we came home and promptly crashed. Up and at 'em this morning, the womenfolk tackled gardening while the menfolk struck out in search of The Right Tool For The Job (in this case, a pair of 12 ton hydraulic lifts to get the ass-end of the utility room on the level with the rest of GMBAN - a feat of about an inch and a half). Three Home Depots later, we were successful. Not sure if "inability to find store with right tool available for rent" qualified us for Drive Of Shame status or not, but, meh.

Also procured fixtures to cast illumination in the central hallway. K & Dad laid down for a much-needed nap (Mom snoozed on the couch), I poked around WoW for a bit, and then Mom and I did a bit more gardening (including planting PFC Walter Wallace's marker in the northeast corner of the front yard).

"806 E Hamilton - you've been JACKED UP!" [with apologies to Tom Jackson]

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[mighty-man.livejournal.com]

*snicker* If all goes well, I shouldn't ever have to worry about that out here. Most of Phoenix is sitting on bedrock (one of the reasons why we don't have basements out here -- you need to blast!)