I have had myself being bum puzzled by distractions the past few days.
Problems in need of solution.
Me not being a good problem solver.
For the most part.
Earlier today I had to bail on a lunch invitation lunching with two of the finest ladies I have the pleasure to know, and someone I have not had the pleasure to meet, in person, though we have exchanged many a word via electronic means.
And now, tonight, I am bailing on an invitation I accepted upon receiving it.
The "Celebration of the Resumption of the Vices of Allen Patterson".
I have been amused by Mr. Patterson for years. I was knocked in the gut, along with countless others, when the news of Allen's cancer hit the Internet.
Missing tonight's celebration I am missing many things. Such as seeing Gar the Texan and his latest wife.
It has been over a decade since I have seen Gar the Texan. Or any of his wives....
4 comments:
Unfortunately, I didn't make it either. I immediately regretted it, but what are you going to do?
You'll have to make other arrangements to meet the coolest GarWife yet!
Garbo, does the new wife speak English? That last wife of yours was difficult to talk to.
Her ability to speak English wasn't why I married her.
Oh wait, that's still the case.
I never learn.
The greatest GarWife ever is from Idaho. Her English better than mine.
Garbo, the new wife is a Pacific Northwesterner? Being from Idaho she would appreciate your old modified mullet. Urban legend has that style starting in Idaho, known in the Northwest as the Pocatello-doo. If I remember right.
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