Tuesday, Mar. 01, 2005 7:38 P.M.
Pirates, and seafood and potty mouth. I didn�t get a snow day today. We got about 5 or 6 inches, but it changed to rain so the roads were plowed well. Our town�s public works department does a really good job when we get snow late at night. The keep right on top of it. Of course, that doesn�t help me with cleaning my porch and cleaning off my car, but for some reason I woke around 4:30 and just dozed until I finally gave up and got up at 5. I had the shoveling all done by 7:15 when the boss lady called to tell me we had to go in. I knew this anyway. We only close if the Senior Center closes and they were open. Even the schools only had a one-hour delay. Boss lady told me knot to break my neck shoveling and getting in. She said we would all get there when we could. I figured I could just kick back for a couple of hours and make it in by 10 or so, but I went in for my regular 8:00 anyway. Silly me. It was a busy day though, so time flew. It is now not even 7:30 and I could fall asleep with no problem right now. I have to stay up intil at least 9 or I will be awake again at 4.
I stole borrowed this picture from spritopias yesterday.  I thought of poolagirl. This would be a wonderful snack for her. What do you think? She could chase it down with a bottle of Rum, arrrggggghhh!
Next in my silly little bag of �I have nothing better to add entry� is a picture of a Lobster pulled in off the coast of Nantucket, MA a few days ago.  He is going to live at the Ripley�s Believe it or Not Museum. His age is estimated at around 100 years. He may not look like much, but the little guy next to him weighs 1 � pounds. Yup, Bubba (they named him) weighed in at 22 pounds! Now that�s what I call a lobster! The guy that caught him sent him to a fish market in PA and the guy said he was too special to eat so he is donating him to the museum. Yay for him. Bubba will live.
Last but not least, never let it be said that them Southern boys don�t have a sense of humor. My sister Buella lives in NC and is a constant source of teasing with her Yankee accent. The guys at her neighborhood bar asked what she wanted for her birthday in January and she said she wanted a party. Of course us kids brought up in Maine pronounce it �Pa-ty� Well, they decided to deliver on the goods.  This was delivered to her front lawn. It had bunches of purple and yellow mums in it, but she took them in so they wouldn�t die from frost. Yes, that is just dirt in the bowl. (I hope) Yup, them good �ole boys have hearts of gold, I reckon. Ya�ll have a good night, ya hear?
Later,
Cosmic
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