Tuesday Morning, Blogging Down

It snowed yesterday in the Loo, and when I awoke to drive myself to employment paradise (B&N), my car doors were iced shut. And not that crushed ice that Locke puts in his sloe gins while on fox-hunt. This ice was sheer and sheen and as hard as the lacquer on a new high heel (size 8).

I apologize for publicly "outting" Kerr as the roll-away casanova from Friday night. My mind was still tainted from a long weekend of studying and reading the Bible when I posted that on Sunday morning. My apologizes once again, Old Man. It shant happen again.

I'm going out for drinks with Orly and his new 40-year old recently divorced girlfriend on Wednesday. This comes days after O nearly got me into a party with a Playmate from Iowa City, and hours after he bought me a homemade sausage/roni/pepper pie from the Lighthouse Lounge. Let's put this another way: Orly is quickly closing in on zhammer (of /backslash fame) for #14 on my To Sleep With/To Kill List. Congrats, O-Dog.

10 days until I back out of the Ozarks Trip!!!!