4/15/08

Happy Tax Day y'all! Oh, I was informed this morning by a fellow DOM (Dirty Old Man) that Emma Watson, the ever spunky Hermione Grainger from the “Harry Potter” movies, has turned eighteen. We can only hope she follows in the footsteps of Daniel Radcliffe, her “HP” costar, and does a nekkid scene soon! To quote Rachael Ray, “Yummo!” Of course Rachael Ray wasn’t speaking about the same thing. Ooh, Rachael Ray and Emma Watson together! Wrestling in EVOO! Oh man, that mental image is going in the “spank bank.” But I digress. So when I left off yesterday, it was Friday evening and I realized I didn’t know where the trailer keys were. I decided that I'd buy new locks for the trailer while out buying other stuff I'd need. I headed for the shop around 0830 h and arrived to find myself alone. I called John to check on his status. He was just leaving home so I said I'd make a run to O’Reilly’s for the locks, some double sticky tape (for the Renault diamonds on Darth Versa), and… um, something else. I get to the store and pick out the tape. Next I look for, oh right, the gear oil for George. I find the gear oil isle but they don’t have anything I like. I go have a look at their lock selection and am unimpressed. I text John to ask if he wants to meet at Mimi’s for breakfast and then go to Lowe’s. He agrees to that and I head out without making a purchase. We meet and eat. He parked at Lowe’s so we hop in Fifi and head that way. We find locks and I buy them. We discuss going to the Boys of Pep and decide to drop a car at the shop first. We do that and roll to the BoP. There we scour the isles for the things we “need” and do some “window shopping” for things we just want. They have a pretty good price on Edelbrock aluminum cylinder heads for Small Block Chevys by the way. I'll probably wind up buying a set for Barbara/Eddie. I know, I said I wasn’t going to talk about that car until George was done. That’s all I'm going to say about it for now. We paid and headed for the shop. It was decided that since it was already noon, we would forego doing any real work and head to the swap meet. John did do a few things to his 510 first but I didn’t do squat to anything of mine. We rolled to his house and dropped off his car then went to the meet. We walked the isles and were good boys. We didn’t buy anything frivolous. Heck, we didn’t even buy anything we needed for that matter. We ran into George, the actual Grumpy Old Fart, and had a look at the Ice Cream Truck he was trying to sell. Before I had a chance to chat with him though his phone rang and he took the call. We waved “buh-bye” to him and headed back to Fifi. We thought about going to Joe T. Garcia’s for lunch but John’s wife called. I took him home and headed home myself. Mom asked what I wanted for dinner and I said, “A dead cow.” We decided that was a good idea. I had a little “lie-down” before taking a shower since my feet were killing me from all the walking. I cleaned up and we headed for the Hoffbrau Steak House on University. There was about a thirty minute wait and we finally got a table. I kept seeing this one waitress go by and kept mentally urging the hostitute to sit us in her section. She did not. Our waitress was cute, but in a “baby-fat face” sort of way. Unlike the other waitress who was gorgeous and appeared to be at least in my “acceptable age” range, ours was way too young as well. Fortunately, the other waitress had to walk right in front of me to get from the kitchen to her station. I ogled her several times that way. We ate and then headed home. So, I guess I'll save Sunday’s story for tomorrow. Yeah, I’m going to do that. Have a day.