It’s going to be a coolish, damp Sabbath in Bagwine, Ohio today.
My 11-7 shift at the Beer Mine will be less than pleasant weather wise, but I shall persevere nonetheless.
It was good to get back to work on Saturday and again today as being off with Schmoop for two days nearly killed me.
You know how much beer we drank? I don’t know either…that’s how much. Holy Cow. Me going back to work in a place that sells beer was my only refuge from drinking it.
I always slack on my reading of blogs when she’s off as well. I don’t get around to many because she gets all liquored up and starts pelting me with beer cans.
Makes it kinda hard to read, when my head is being pummeled with aluminum cylinders.
I haven’t be able to use Skype yet. My microphone isn’t configured correctly, but I think I am getting closer to fixing that problem.
I do want to thank Jay for trying to help me with the mic problem Friday afternoon.
He did his best to help me correct the problem but alas, my drunkenness, lack of technical skillz, and the fact that I was being pelted upside the head with beer cans was too much for him to overcome.
Oh well…I’ll figure it out, and I am back to my normal schedule. I’m gonna be a blog visiting mo-fo this week, and guess what?
We’re having a party on Bagwine Ruminations this Wednesday.
Damn right…It’s going to be a St. Patrick’s Day blowout on BR. I’m going to update throughout the day about all of the Celtic mischief and frivolity in which I will be engaging.
Sounds O’Fun, doesn’t it?
Well that is all for today’s service, but before I go, I leave you with this picture of Drive-By Mikey, myself, and Pizza Bill outside the Beer Mine this past Friday…
Have you ever seen three more handsome and trustworthy people in your life? Of course you have.
I like to think of us as The Holy Trinity. However, that beer can tossin’ bitch Schmoop, has a slightly different name for us…
A Trio of Fucking Twelve Year Olds.
Amen, and Amen…
Have a lovely Sunday all.