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Sunday, April 30, 2006

Sunday, Sunday...

Well, I certainly hope that Phoebe is having fun in Vegas this weekend- I love Vegas. Well, that's not entirely true - I mean, I hate Vegas, but in the same way Arlo Guthrie hated the Neutron Bomb- with a sort of awed wonderment at the concept. FB and I always joke when we fly in on our way to Utah that it's the only city where you can see all the wonders of the ancient and modern worlds without having to speak odd languages or put up with non-American plumbing.

The problem with Vegas lately is that they wised up- you used to be able to get cheap drinks and good food for a pittance because they wanted you happy and well-lubricated before you hit the slots or tables, and now they realize that folks will get happy and likkered whatever they charge. So, for us non-gamblers, no more free ride.

Well, fuck that. I can get that in Utah, and they have a prettier desert.

We did some yard work this weekend, and the debate about when to start cutting the grass started. This being a farming community, we don't have Mike's advantages regarding lawn mowing and roving strippers, but being the new kids in town, we want to do it right. No point in having older town residents drive by and mutter "city slickers, can't keep the yard up".

Had several family members up for Birthday Weekend and tried to take them on a tour of our 4+ acres of woodland, but quite a few trees came down this winter, and it's quite a mess back there. Also, there's poison ivy coming up, so we headed back to the house. Anyone with a chainsaw who doesn't have a Jack Nicholson Complex should know that we have a nice guest room and plenty of work to do...

It's only half an hour 'till Disparate Housewives, and on the theory that's there's never a bad time to show a picture of Marcia Cross, I think we'll end with this (besides, she has a book, which is very topical)-

5 comments:

Mike said...

You shoulda known I would have a chainsaw. Can't promise I don't have a Jack Nicholson Complex until you can promise I will never run out of Gin. There's nothing more entertaining than watching me use a chainsaw while drinking Gin. The neighbors sell tickets.

Speaking of Utah, I am going to be going out there sometime in June. I don't make as many trips there as I used to, but I still love the place. Where do you guys go?

CKW said...

I wonder if she's reading a book on sexual positions for redheads?

And whats that damned ring doing on her finger?

I sure hope that its not a bible she's reading!

Colonel Colonel said...

mike- plenty of gin here. we don't like to get caught out.

we go to a private ranch about twenty miles outside Kanab, which is in the extreme southwestern corner of Utah.


ckw- well, she was married in the show for a while, that's probably where the ring comes from. i had the same thought about the bible- I'm sure your other guess is correct.

Phoebe Fay said...

I remember that scene, and yes it is the Bible. I'm not sure precisely which commandments were being broken at the time, but I'm sure it was more than one.

Phoebe Fay said...

Please ignore the very weird verb agreement/disagreement/grammatical fisticuffs going on in the sentence above.