Thank You, Fairbanks, And Good Night!
Cue Corey Hart singing “I wear my sunglasses at night…” because it’s 6:30 pm, the sun is at high noon, and I … am … OUTTA HERE!!!!
My flight out isn’t until 10 am tomorrow, but there’s a flight at 12:40 tonight with 12 open seats and I’m going to be there to try to fly stand-by. If I get on that one it’ll get me to Seattle at 5:00 am, and there’s a 7:00 am flight from there to Burbank with 50 open seats which I’m just about guaranteed to get on. If everything lines up for me (which, dammit, I’m about due for, considering how nightmarish this trip has been), I should get home before I was supposed to leave Alaska.
Meanwhile Doug the Rain Man is talking to me even as I type — while I’m clearly NOT LISTENING TO HIM — still bitching about my software and mooning after the old system. Blah blah blah blah…
Ladies and gentlemen, the Elvis tattoo is getting the hell out of the building!
Howdy. I wandered over from your wife’s site. Gotta read other women named Beth!
I ride a 1990 yamaha 535 and want a bigger bike. I started playing No Limit Hold Em about two and a half months ago with some local guys and haven’t won since my first night of playing – but I keep telling myself I’m getting better.
So what were those bad beats?
Hmmmm. Seems you have more in common with my old man than I do. Perhaps you’d like to step in over here. And just think, never the nightmare of calling out the wrong name in bed.
um…Beth (Atkins)…I’ve become a big fan of the other Beth’s blog over the past month or two. If you mosey on over and have a read, you will not only become a fan-for-life…but you will quickly see that the other Beth is not what you might call ‘competition’. ;-)
I’m glad you two Beths hooked up, though.
Yes, I have no interest in anyone’s husband LOL!
Yes David, been there, do that, and I’m aware of the situation. It was comedy hon. (Or maybe not so much.)
You all know I can hear you, right?
hmmm…must have my irony detector turned off [bang, bang BANG] there we go, it seems to be working now. Sorry about that.
Oh, hey Chuck… are *you* here too? I didn’t hear you come in. Make yourself at home.