10/25/06

I may have a parking brake cable for Mr. Wiggly when I get home. I say that because UPS called to tell me it was being delivered but required a signature. UPS doesn’t come to the front door of my house though. They usually drop packages off on top of the barbecue grill on the back porch. If they do knock on the back door mom might not hear them and they’ll leave. I'm more than a little concerned. Not about mom’s not being able to hear, though that is an issue, but I really want to get Mr. Wiggly’s parking brake fixed. Of course I still can’t drive it until I fix the alternator and voltage regulator so it really isn’t that big of a deal. We’ll see. I'm a little excited about George as well. I'm looking forward to getting that car going soon. I did a little mental inventory the other day and when Barbecue Bob, George, and the Chickenhawk are up and running, I'll have a different car for every day of the week. Well, the workweek at least. How about that, I would have sworn that last sentence was a fragment. I wasn’t going to change it of course. Anyhoo, this has been a day from hell here at work. I'm worn out. I think I'm going to shut down for a bit and see what my eyelids have to show me. I'm back. I was about to tell y’all about a weird dream I had this morning but decided against it. I spoke to John a little while ago and we are not going to the shop tonight after all. We may go tomorrow. Well, I think I'm just about through with this place for today. I'm going to send this to Spiderman and then go home. Have a day.