com tarter's bringing lunch

Well, everybody else blogs about nothing so here goes. It is cloudy and cold today. D is busy wrenching away, and com tarter is on his way with noodles and tofu. I am sitting here thinking about hunting accidents and general bullsh*t. The furnace just kicked on and ZZ Top is playing on the ipod. The phone rang a few minutes ago, but no one was on the other end. A guy just walked in the door, D has it covered. Billy Gibbons is a really good guitar player. We got a new sticker today. Now a real sad song is playing, I may cry. No, I don't cry, much. The battery on my cell phone needs charged. I left the cord at home, hope it makes it all day. The phone rang again, it is a sales call. Some one has a better energy drink. I need more energy. Oh ya, that reminds me, com tarter is bringing lunch. Tofu is better that energy drinks, I think. D just told me that he got that one all cleaned up. Now he is making a note or something. Hum, hum. Where is com? The Hand Me Downs are singing now, I like them. Ipods are good. D just noticed the lack of com, burrrrrrp. I have been out of town for a few days, bump, bump. Aspen is nice this time of year. I must go back. Gee, I do, about 20 times next week. Where in the hell is my lunch. D just used the 1/4 inch drive torque wrench, he/she is happy. It is a really nice wrench. Now George Morgan is doing a very caucasian rap about truck drivin. How is the weather in Madison? Com is here. Lunch was great. Com rocks.