Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo is enjoying a much-appreciated Friday off today. My sole achievement so far has been to refill the bird feeders off the porch, and even then I didn’t bother to change out of my robe and jammers. Hey, I like to watch the birds with my morning coffee. Got a problem with that?
On the whole home computer thing, I’m beginning to lean towards a Laptop of Robbo’s Own. (Everyone else at home has one, so why not?) Any suggestions? I really only would use it for on-line shopping/research and blogging, so I don’t need anything fancy-shmancy (or pricey). Mrs. R wants me to take the desktop into the Apple store to see if they can fix it, but it strikes me that would probably wind up costing just as much.
Eldest Gel is home for the weekend. She asked me last evening what I thought of Bitch McConnell telling Liawatha to sit down and shut up in the Senate. I replied that he also should have told her to go make him a sammich. The Gel laughed heartily. That’s my gel!
Well, I suppose I should shift myself soon, as my non-paying job never ends: tax docs to prepare, lightbulbs to replace, and a run to the Bost Office today. But first? Maybe one more cup o’ Joe.