Howdy Pardners!

I’ll be going to Palm Springs tomorrow to help my Dad install pool equipment. The decision was made by you, the non-phone-calling, non-job-offering public, and I wholeheartedly agree! Dad needs help and I’m not so suddenly available.

What will surprise you (perhaps) is that My Beautiful and Talented Bride™ agrees as well. At least she agrees that we need the cash. She also agrees that my Mom could use a night out. Agreeing that I will make that happen. [I thought that all I’d have to do was fix the power windows in her “quality-assured” Camry to make her happy. Maybe that’s not enough after all.]

I’ll be “pool blogging” for the next couple of weeks. “Pool” not standing for “press pool” unfortunately, but rather for swimming pool. Lots of shots. Lots of moribund observations revolving around the real worker class. Lots of dimwitted comments [Way to sell it! -ed I just don’t want to get anybody’s hopes up. -bob].

You can always send me mail if you want to give me a plum job. You can also hit the Amazon Pity Box on the right if you can’t stand the whining and want to send me a quarter million dollars (twenty dollars at a time).

Your best (and nervous) pal,

bob