I see Amazon is having a sale on women’s costumes. Some are short. Some are tight. Some are short and tight. All have very high heels. They also seem to fit in some way that forces hips out to one side.
Guys on the other hand just get to look silly. But we get comfortable footwear. I’m OK with that.
Penny’s new haircut?!?
I am not a fan. It actually looks like it got shorter from episode 2 to episode 3.
After a cold and rainy morning we had a pleasantly cool afternoon in these parts. I accidentally signed up for PTO today. Not sure if it was a typo or I was thinking I needed some other Monday off from work. Whatever. I didn’t feel like changing it so I didn’t go in to work. It wasn’t a Ferris Bueller day but I got some errands done.
In the afternoon I loaded the dogs into my filthy Camry for a quick drive to the dog park. A good song came up on my iPod as the sun tried to peek out. I caught one green light after another.
Some asshole in a BMW Z4 cut me off in traffic. But I didn’t care. Definitely it was one of those Life is Good days. (Later I watched the 6PM news to see if there had been a fiery wreck involving a small German convertible. Sadly, there wasn’t.)
Rather than get enraged I just turned up the volume and rolled down my window. I might even have been singing a little. As the breeze came in the window… I nearly choked to death.
Imagine one of those cash grab booths. Except instead of a booth filled with flying Hamiltons and Jacksons it was a mid-sized Japanese sedan filled with a bale of dog hair. When the breeze came in the window everything got stirred up.
Don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say I drive a filthy Camry.
After the dog park I spent some quality time cleaning my car. Anyone allergic to dogs will definitely die if they get near my Shop Vac now.
This threesome actually has a theme for tonight’s beer of the night. Not in any particular order…
- Kink Belgian ale from Ale Asylum
- The Big O blonde ale from O’so Brewing
- Hopped Up ‘N Horny India pale ale from Horny Goat Brewing
Did you figure out the theme? Of course! They are all brewed in Wisconsin! Yet none of them contain any cheese.
175 miles on motorcycles today. We rode Wisconsin highway 35 south to Nelson, WI where we stopped for lunch. Along the way we stopped in Stockholm, WI where we bought Wisconsin beer (that’s a post for later).
Hwy 35 runs along the Mississippi River and Lake Pepin. To get home we rode up the Minnesota side of the Mississippi. Leaves were changing colors so the highways were especially pretty.
It wasn’t quite Sturgis but damn near every motorcycle in the Midwest was on the road today. Every 60-something Corvette owner was also out enjoying the day. So were a bunch of classic car owners. It was a good day for anyone who likes seeing fast, loud or topless cars.
At the Stockholm General Store there’s a sign notifying customers that a dog is on the premises. That’s him in the upper right picture above. There’s a dog doorway under one of the shelves and the dog lives in there. It’s looked very comfortable.
We had friends over tonight. It was a lot of fun.
Beer of the Night
Wake Up Dead from the Left Hand Brewing Co. Despite today being an unusually warm autumn day I was in the mood for something dark and heavy. No, not Oprah, but beer.
Sheila and I went to the liquor store with our neighbors. Among the wide selection of brews we purchased was this one. I’m a sucker for a good label and a fun name.
However I also liked the suggestion that this beer is best served in a goblet at 55-60 degrees. And I’m following this religiously. You can see my goblet in one of the pictures.
The brewery’s description says it’s a “smooth, warming stout with malt flavors of raisins, licorice, coffee and dark chocolate.” Three out of four isn’t bad. What’s the one I don’t like?
Gross. Rasins are disgusting.
We rode motorcycles to the Minneapolis farmers market today. Last week Sheila made a bunch of paleo dishes. We liked them so we got more fresh stuff for next week’s meals.
There was live music. The aisles were crowded with people. It’s nice that so many people want to buy all those vegetables and flowers. The really old man (no, not me) pushing his bicycle through the crowd was the Prius on the highway, in the way and causing everyone to squeeze around him. Dude, get a bike lock.
The parking was tight. Getting in and out of the lot was just as difficult as finding an empty spot. That’s where the motorcycles were handy. We can usually find somewhere convenient to park where a car wouldn’t fit. Escaping the lot was simple too. The driveways weren’t wide enough for two cars but easily accommodated a car and a motorcycle. While incoming cars waited for spots to open we breezed by everyone to get out.
An episode guide
New: S11/Ep01 (2014), In the 11th-season (Only 11? Seems like 50) opener, Meredith finds her life in chaos (Whoa, there’s a total surprise) both at work and at home (of course). Meanwhile, Callie and Arizona (Is her sister Illinois and her brother New Mexico?) make a choice regarding surrogacy (Could it be a stork or black market baby story line? Because those are every bit as plausible as everything else in this show); Amelia discovers a secret (probably something more than the name of the person who took her yogurt from fridge in the doctors lounge); and Bailey and Alex battle for Cristina’s (Oh come on, Cristina is mercifully gone! Stop mentioning her!) seat on the board. (Drama, 60 min).
Maybe I’d better move the table. It rests directly between the sliding glass door of the house and the opening in the patio fence.
Today there were two fat squirrels inside our back yard. Carson and Ella nearly decapitated themselves running through the legs of the table and chairs.They obviously studied geometry (the shortest distance between two points is a straight line) but not physics (two objects, such as a dog and a chair, cannot occupy the same space at the same time).
The picture above is when I let them back outside so they could make sure their gray enemies hadn’t returned. Carson and Ella learn from their mistakes; this time they went around the table.
They both seem fine now. The only bruises were to their egos as the squirrels made it through the fence and into the neighbors’ trees with time to spare.