Where have all the cow pies gone?

3:00 AM: Power comes back on.
4:00 AM: Time to get up.
5-something AM: Metro airport. Missed passenger on the first go-round (and then missed the turn and had to go all the way out to Eureka Road and back) but thankfully no run-ins with nasty security guards.
6:00 AM: Marc’s Midtown on Plymouth Road.
7:00 AM: US23/I75 SUV Speedway.
10:00 AM: 86 degrees in Gaylord.
10:20 AM (or so): Gas at Indian River.
11:45 AM: Beach beach beach.
Ding ding ding ding. That’s all. Oh. Except.
5:00 PM: that it’s the 90-millionth anniversary! Actually it’s the 64th. And yes, Grandroobly is here too. Whatever made you think he wasn’t? So pop that champagne. Have a manhattan on us! Quail eggs? Yeah.
9:00 PM: Swim in Lake Superior.
Ding ding ding. Bladladladl. Yes, I am incoherent!

3 Responses to “Where have all the cow pies gone?”

  1. Webmomster Says:

    …and so was The Commander when I spoke to her before supper!!! hee hee hee!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Say hi to eLiz for us.
    -Bob & Gay

  3. Dogmom Says:

    “Quail Eggs”?????