Naked Hoffs

Yesterday was too long ago for me to remember it.
Anna's mother had to replace their washer and dryer. Sears delivered them today, but they said they could only deliver during a certain time slot (early afternoon). This conflicted with Anna's mother's work schedule. So Anna agreed to go over and sign for it when they arrived. I woke up this morning to a voicemail saying that Sears had rescheduled for 10-12. It was already 10:30. Anna had to hurry to get there before the delivery guys showed up. Apparently, they were jerks too. I'll go beat them up.
Daisy got to spend all day at the in-laws. She's a poopy puppy.
I do vaguely recall that yesterday evening I agreed to fill out a survey for Anna's sister. I am not really sure what she hopes to glean from the information. Much of it had to do with how will I could picture something in my mind's eye. As it turns out, I can't. Now, I have never been inside someone else's head in order to compare and contrast the ways our brains work, but I've always gotten the impression that people can picture things more clearly than I can. This just confirmed it. Most of the time I just know I am thinking about something without seeing it in my mind.
I shaved off my beard. I didn't mean too. The guard on my trimmer broke halfway through trimming. I didn't have a way to even it up, so I just shaved it all off.
I spent the afternoon walking around the woods near the in-laws' place, looking for deer sign. There wasn't as much as there was last year. I wonder if that has a lot to do with Hank (the dog) buzzing around the area. I might still have a chance there though. I'll at least put up a stand and sit a few times. If I don't see anything, I'll pursue finding another place to hunt.
I need to go to Wal-Mart tonight.
I think I'm going to get a couple steaks. I haven't had a good steak in awhile.
I've had a big craving for creamed eggs on toast. I think I'll make that after I get back from the store.
The last two of four loads of laundry should be done in the dryers now. I need to go get those.
Sexy Euro-style dark blue boxer briefs.
Anna's working on a Christmas program for the kids to do at Brown's Corner. I think she's actually going to write it herself. She even wrote a song today. It's about a dirty filthy rotten gentile pig (yes, a swine) that wants to see the baby Jesus. I think it sounds like it could be really awesome. Anna's the bomb diggity.
The top of my left foot itches.
I saw a commercial for this "Avatar" movie. It looks like the worst thing since socialism.
People who read this blog: Person searching for something along the lines of "Naked Hoff" (For your information Jana, I tried googling it and couldn't find it now, but I promise it happened. It's just been awhile.)
I hope this was a woman, but I sincerely doubt it. In case you hadn't guessed, this fellow was most certainly trying to find nude pictures of David Hasselhoff. This disturbs me greatly. It's the think I most hate about my nickname. Hehoff is slightly questionable. Hoff is downright sketchy. It's unfortunate that the potential awesomeness of a name such as "Hehoff" could be tainted by something so skeezy as the Hasselhoff. What disturbs me most of all is that there are people who actually want to see the Hasselhoff naked. Who knows. Maybe they really did mean me, and they just wanted to see me naked. It could happen. I mean I am pretty incredible. Sadly, for those of you who do desire such a thing, I'm fairly confident Anna hasn't let any of those pictures leak. You can try though.