Hey, kids. I'm going to say it loud, I'm back and I'm proud. I drove home in horrible snow and icy conditions with my friend T. and we made it here with all of our limbs in tact and as much sanity as we left with. (yeah, shut-up)
So, here's the deal. I'm beat, so I'm going to make this as short as possible so I can try to get some sleep. Tomorrow I can tell you about the drive and about how kick-ass my sister and bro-in-law were and how much fun my girls had with their cousins in Ottumwa and how much fun I had with Erik in St Louis, but for now, I'm showing you some pictures and following Erik's suggestion for writing about his friend who we shall call El Dozer.
First of all, let me say that El Dozer is one of the few people I've met who talks more shit than I do. I know. I didn't think it was possible either, but I'm hear to tell you that it is.
Secondly, El Dozer has ridiculed me and my blog, by reading the posts about Erik aloud to him in a mocking tone and then telling me that I was a geek and an attention whore by even having a blog. Right. As if, establishing an on-line community of readers with a bunch of people I've never met makes me a geek. And just because I post tons of photos of myself and my friends and then write text about myself and my friends for a bunch of people I've never met, does that make me an attention whore? Okay, you know what, you can shut-up and not answer that one either.
Let's get back to El Dozer. Even though he talks a lot of shit and has high-five tourettes after he's been drinking, it turns out, he can be tamed. All it takes is the right kind of discipline, and El Dozer is as docile as a kitten.
See? He can be taught to be quiet and respectful.
And then he's all about the love.
Okay. So, now that I wrote a post about El Dozer on my blog, does that mean I can call him a geeky attention whore too?