Eternity's Up for Sale for a Small Fee Today

When I got on the computer this morning for my pre-work facebook check, I was startled to have Sara (the friend, not the sister-in-law or tenant) message me. Apparently she just goofs off at her job, whereas the rest of us have to do real work.
There isn't a day that goes by that Bobbie doesn't walk into the office at least twice and ask if "the mail has done run yet."
Tomorrow is Daulton's birthday. He won't let me forget.
He thinks his mom is getting him a go-cart. I'm not sure what he would do with a go-cart.
Beulah walked into the office today holding an envelope in one hand and her phone in the other. She started with her typical, "I want to ask you something." Fortunately, she was just asking if a regular stamp was enough postage to send something to Australia. Why she wanted to send something to Australia, I have no idea, but I told her that she'd have to go to the post office to do it. Then she left.
Daulton asked why she shook so bad. I had to explain to him what Parkinson's was. Fortunately, his reponse was to feel bad for her. Though, he did ask how she could eat and write.
Anna met with Chelsey this evening to practice singing some stuff. This stuff they are singing just happens to be for a new Saturday night service at Chelsey's church in North Vernon. I guess they are going to be the worship leaders. It's cool for Anna to get this opportunity to get involved in music again.
My lower back is tight.
Camouflage Taz. I know it sounds like I wear the same underwear over and over again, and I guess I do. But I promise it is because I wash my clothes frequently. I probably only use about a third of my underwear regularly before it gets washed and thrown back in on the top of my drawer.
I would feel a whole lot better about life if the Rockies could win today and the Braves could lose.
I used the leftover batter from my last batch of waffles to make my dinner. I don't know how long waffle batter lasts in the refrigerator. I'm hoping that it's more than four days.
I called Project 86 a couple times today, begging for free tickets. Let's hope they call me back and give me some.
I guess we're going to take the Explorer in to the shop tomorrow. Here's hoping this isn't too expensive.
My chin itches.
My left leg right, right about my Achilles tendon, itches. I want to scratch it, but I'm too lazy to bend over and do it.
Now my head, behind my left ear, itches.
I need to stop writing about what itches, or I won't ever stop scratching.
People who read this blog: Sara
Sara is Dutch. She is also hilarious. She is also what is known as a "furry" (she's not really, but we like to tease her anyway). She likes cats. She is Howie's god-mother. She calls him "HowHow." She has her own cat. Her name is Mia. She also has a husband, but that is incidental. She reads our blog from her iphone because she is too cool for school and will someday be really rich and snobby and have snobby rich kids with popped collars. We know Sara because she was one of Anna's housemates for the epic '06-'07 school year. Sara likes to steal cars from old ladies. Anna sang at Sara's wedding. Sara votes Republican. Sara always ends up with the most absurd faces in photographs. Sara kicks my butt at Guitar Hero. She always has the latest video games. Her incidental husband loves video games so much that his groom's cake was decorated as an XBox. They live in Florida, which means there are a lot of old people from whom Sara can steal cars.
Sara works for a bank. She takes people's houses away. Basically, Sara is a meany who steals stuff.