//THE FINAL COUNTDOWN//
Well, I'm chillin' before picking up W.O.T. and Mini Me (er, The Cutlet) from the airport in less than two hours. Just checkin' my e-mail and to see if any me peeps had dropped comments on the site (thanks, guys!).
Does anybody remember that awful '80s band that sang "The Final Countdown" and a few forgettable hits? Can't remember. Thankfully, when I made the switch to CDs, I left my cassettes and many of the groups on them in the trash heap. Please, don't anyone ask me what a "cassette" is. It wasn't that long ago. The first car I bought had an 8-track player in it, but that says more about how crummy the car was than it does about my age. Oh how times have changed!
To respond to a few comments recently posted: Rose, I'll e-mail you a pic of my car next week. That should make your man happy. And to my new Jamaican compadre, W.O.T. and I have been married almost four years ... will be exactly four on this coming April 24. I'm enthusiastic about her, not only because she puts up with me, but she's one hot momma in her own right. I sure love that woman!
I'm gonna go soak up a little sun before I pick 'em up. Talk to you great people, later!
T-Bone, singing off!
