My love of the 1980s is rather unfailing and unparalleled.
What’s more American than this song? Really? I would say Budweiser, but ooh, sorry … sorry.
Just add that to the list of things that are just going piss my father off when he gets sprung from the joint. (Note: In this case, I still do mean the hospital!)
We were on the air last night, but it wasn’t our best effort. Through very little fault of our own. A trip that should have taken 3.5 hours at the most stretched to five. By the time I got in the door, I wasn’t even in the right frame of mind to get in a groove. I was just tired with a brain of oatmeal. I’ve never been in a nearly-100 mile long traffic jam, so in many regards, that was a first that should be celebrated.
I just hope I don’t experience it again anytime soon.
Oh, and PepCo — suck it. To charge me $327 for just more than a month of electricity is wrong. You should burn in hell. There’s no way we’re using that much electricity (which leads me to believe there’s something gravely wrong with our thermostat). Even if we ran a full 50,000-watt tower off the deck to broadcast a radio signal, we’d use NOWHERE CLOSE TO THAT MUCH ELECTRICITY. It’s two humans who go to bed at 9 p.m. and two cats.
Growing up, my family of four, running every available TV and appliance in the house, never used that much electricity.
Maybe it’s not a coincidence I just got the “fill out your timesheets for your paycheck” e-mail. A small ray of good fortune!