Out.

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It's killing me to get out.  This time I am in before I died.  Lots of shopping.  Bullets, milk, whole whipping cream, cat food, 1/2 pint jars, and some others, for epsom salts and stink essences which I think arrived.  I kept trying to call my friend.  Halfway through my rounds, I stopped and ate.  I was quite hungry.  I tried again and finally got him.  Napping.  Dang kids!  He went along for the ride, and for a few essentials at the store.  While looking at ammunition, I was speaking with one of the fellows in the 'bang' department.  Actually my friend started it, by showing me the .50 ammo.  Oh, I'd love a .50 bmg.  But it would eat me out of house and home feeding her.  But a .338 lapua mag might... just might... be doable.  But those are so pricey too.  He was thinking, pretty much, along those lines as well.  Oh, but he suggested, we carry one.  Oh?  Yeah, about $2200... $2100 and change, but I figured after taxes, travel, fees, and whatever else... anyway...  Right over h..e..r..e.  Oh!?!  Oh yeah.  I looked.  A scope for that would be about half that added on.  Still...  Never mind.  Just... salivating.

Then to here, and then there, gas was needed, lots of little things.  The bank was visited.  Bits and pieces.  All quite good.  But my is it warm out there.  I don't know, but I am thinking 60?  I was sweating it.  Still, I want to get back in tomorrow.  The haircut.  And my friend wants to go.  He doesn't feel proper unless his hair is short.  He was glad I was going in to shorten mine, until I told him I'm just getting a partial hawk.  I told him, they might laugh at me, but they only do it in front of you!  :)  Good to be king.

At one place I stopped, the woman hated me at first glance.  After a bit of time, she almost gave me her number.  The devil you say!  I sometimes wonder, but... no.  Just kin.  I love me some woman hate!  Especially in this mood, and when I can blithely dance away with my scalp.  I got my dues, all I was after.  *wink*  I really need to get out more.  Goose honking to a gander is music, especially when they start out in a fowl mood.  *honk honk*  Love me some flounder, too.  That little switch between hate and love blush is... to die for.  *flip flop*

Goofy mood, must be about crash time.  I need to cool down, slow down, and THEN fall down though.  Ugh.  Good night.