As Buckwheat Once Said. . .
. . .here I is!!
Back safe and sound in the confines of Worksville.
Let me just say that sometimes I'm smart. And sometimes I'm really smart. And other times I'm really really smart. This ain't one of those times.
At the Jackson airport this morning, after a rather uneventful flight, I wheeled my bag out to the parking garage to find that some dumbass left his truck window down all weekend. That'd be this dumbass right here. Yet, thankfully it appears that the innards were unmolested. Even the crumpled up dollar bill tucked under the armrest/console thing was still there, crumpled up.
So, thanks to all the people who walked past my truck and didn't steal my all-important dollar. Or my Gourmet magazine. Or my dirty workboots. Or last week's Clarion-Ledger.
In celebration of the goodness of humanity and my return to slavery work, let's play a personal fave of my by The Pretender's, Back on the Chain Gang.
Indeed.
