I still gotta say it was a good Friday. Oops. Not religious Good Friday. Just a “good” Friday!
Although to be perfectly honest, it didn’t start out quite that way. At 5:30 this morning, I’m getting ready to saddle up on the Marauder and I sense something a bit askew with my right foot. You know that feeling when you step and it just doesn’t feel right? Yep, that was me. Seems little dog (senile pound mutt) has decided to, um, deposit something in the garage (okay, so trailers do have garages I guess). And no, it isn’t a welcome deposit, as winning the Lottery would be. Nope, this is one of those in the dark, squishy feelings. You know what I mean. Little dog, its about time you met euthanasia. Arrgh.
Okay, so I recover and head to the plantation. Over it, done with it. Not a bad day at the plantation, all in all. Not much happening, fired up the company grill and seared a couple of poultry breasts. Topped with Grub Rub purchased at the big Canton market. Also finished up the new flag mount pictured earlier.
Flag mount. Yeah. So, after leaving the plantation, I’m fueling up the Marauder and get a call from the plantation, never a good thing, right? Turns out the flag mount didn’t work as well as anticipated and the question on the phone was, hey, um, boss, did you like, um, lose a flag? So’s I look over and yup, no flag. Back to the plantation for a repair, luckily Danny boy found the flag complete with pole and half a mount on the highway. Fixed it up and rode on as they say.
Now the fun starts. Decided to crash the Shakeyfest, otherwise known as a get together of bloggers from headshaker.com. Great time. Got to meet, in person, The Dude (and Mrs. Dude), Hamous, Smacktle, Jimb, Sargevining, Elizabeth, Neocon, Nancy Drew, Emperor Bacchus, EmmeKelley (and son), Daniel James and once again, Southerntragedy. What a fun time, no one even blasted me! How’s about that? Great bunch of folks, enjoyed crashing the party.
Is it really Saturday? Late.
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