Rambling

Of all the things Brat and I did together I'm drawing a blank right now. Well, actually, there's several things I could relate if I could just figure out how to keep the Feds off our backs . . . Big Brother's watching, don't you know.

But there's a couple of things on my mind. New Year's resolutions for one . . . I don't make any. I break them anyway, so why the hell bother. I'll just keep on keeping on.

Besides Pat Robertson says God told him a million of us our gonna die by the end of the year. A terrorist attack on the good old US of A. I hope it hits DC and the winds are blowing east. But that doesn't add up to a million so I guess some of us our screwed. I'll probably be included. It's just my damn luck.

And Hubby and I were planning on building a house in a couple of years. Don't have the money all together yet and we're too old for a huge mortgage. The plan was to wait a few years so we could build what we wanted. And I wanted an all solar home, a well, and a cellar for fruits and veggies I'm going to grow myself. Now I need to make that a bomb shelter also. But what's the use on planning? We won't get it done in time.

Fuck a duck. I'm always a day late and a dollar short. More like a year late and several thousand dollars short.

Speaking of "fuck a duck" . . . that's one of my favorite expression. Did you hear what Saddam's executioners were yelling at him right before he bit the big one? I swear they were screaming "Fuck a duck! Fuck a duck!"

Well, on to meet the day and see what mischief I can get into . . .