…that would be a “TOON Tales” in joke.
Well, my little barbecued briskets, Grace and I decided to have our anniversary prime rib dinner last night instead of tonight. It was huge and we couldn’t finish the prime rib OR the hugeass chunk of chocolate cake, so we brought ’em home for tonight. Oh yeah…after like 3 months without a beer, I decided to celebrate and have a large (like, 24 ounce) Guinness. Ay, me little ones, ’twas like sippin’ the milk o’ the gods.
Grace declined an anniversary gift, having bought a bunch of books recently, but I got a way cool Pulp Art calendar for 2006. We then went home and, stuffed with chow, watched “Bones” and “Supernatural” and rejoiced in seeing all of the Boobingrabber’s ballot measures go down in flames. Any day that ends with seeing Arnie get kicked in the balls by the voting public is a Good Day indeed.
Happy Ninth Anniversary, Grace! I Love You, My Sweet Little Border Canary Of Love!
And now off to work.
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