This sign

takes on a whole new meaning here, doesn't it?



Well....for the first time in my entire life I have absolutely nothing to say.

No drunken apologies.
No Saturday night suggestions.
No country living complaints.
No hot blogger fantasies.
Not even any random questions.

Wait, I have one random question about the plural form of penis. Is it peni? Like cacti? It should be. But anyway...

if anyone has any writer's block/brain cramp suggestions please let me know.

Or you can just go create your own fabulous church sign here.

Thursday Morning Commute Statistics

Number of deer seen: 14

Number of times stopped by cows in the road: 3

Number of times stopped by peacocks in the road: 1

Number of fantasies about hot opinionated bloggers: at least 7

Number of curves from Malfunction Junction to Ferndale on Wildcat Road: I stopped counting at 100

Number of coffee spills into cleavage: 3

Number of swear words issued at cattle truck driving 10 miles-an-hour under the speed limit: 5

Number of times wondering, "What the hell are these huge orange things in the highway for, and why do they go all the way to Eureka?": 2

Number of daydreams about cal-trans workers behind huge orange things: 1, well maybe 2, but that last one doesn't really count.