We have returned to the Central Cowlands and Cowtown feels like a lubed condom slipping over a familiar... oh... nevermind.
But I have to admit the Hoont is very happy to be back. He spent the better part of 150 miles whining and crying which pretty much drives me totally bonkers.
I have to say that my new Sirius radio made this trip a total joy in terms of the drive.
I got a 5 quart Kitchen Aid mixer, a nose hair trimmer (which I so have needed), a digital kitchen probe thermometer, a digital kitchen scale, and miscelleneous other stuff.
Giga got some Doctor Who stuff so I broke my word about not buying any geek shit. Oh well.
More later.
The last 2 days of gorging and eating has made the Nalarhoids all "Hey! I hate you!" and stuff so I need to lay down.
I so want to sleep. Hensley made it practically impossible to get any decent sleep this weekend.
Am I the only one who hears Stevie Winwood singing the title of this post?...
Er... no. Big Country.