News of Import More Or Less. Okay, Just Less.

Water began trickling once again from the faucets at our casa late yesterday afternoon following another three day absence. To celebrate its appearance I washed all the piled up glasses, dishes and silverware in the sink, because I'm a guy who knows how to party down when the occasion calls for it.

HOLD ON THERE RUNNING MOUTH WITH YOUR RUNNING WATER BRAGGADOCIO!

Woowoo Charly has just informed me el agua is gone again. I should note also, so I will, that we have plenty of water OUTSIDE of the house. It rains every afternoon. I will say that again. It rains EVERY afternoon. And, sometimes long into the night. Lloyd Crikeydude, our local weather honcho tells us that August had 26 inches of rainfall greater than August of '09. More than double that of '09, actually, which is no surprise considering that May, June, and July and maybe even further back than then (I like that "than then") - I'm too lazy to check - also had double up increases. Climate change, climate schmange say the dubious doubters. I, on the other hand, say THEY are all wet. Well, they would be anyway, if they lived here. And, of course, it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. I blame Bush.

In other vital news of import comparable to the realization that mankind, that most favored of God's creations (I'm told) can in fact fuck things up royally, come these tidbits of infornacamation: Zendoc and Woowoo Charly bought new sneakers (That's tennis shoes for those of you who don"t come from the "sneakers" parts of the world) yesterday for absolutely no reason whatsoever other than their old sneakers being trashed beyond repair. To round out this afternoon of frivolous shopping, the now fashionable couple dined on Fried chicken from Nelvis' Fried Chicken and Other Stuff Eating Establishment. Yum. Tonight, in order to keep the eat, drink, be merry and wear new sneakers roll, rolling, the happy couple will be attending "The BCP Does Broadway", a "Musical Revue" at the BCP theater, formerly Snoopy's Restaurant. BCP, I'm pretty sure, stands for Born-again Christian Polygamists, but I probably need to verify that with someone more in the know. Football season did, in fact, begin last night although it was only the college version which is almost real football but not quite. The pros, those men playing in the NFL, which stands for Not Financially Lacking, begin next week. Here, because it is mandatory when writing about anything pro football related, I am obliged to mention Tim Tebow, so I will. If Tim Tebow were Tim Elbow, he would be a body part.

I will close now, because, clearly, I have gone too far.