Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Getting There


We are inching closer to Davis everyday now. Today found me in the role of contractor; ordering counter top templates, and scheduling nails to fly. We are coming to terms with the possibility of our counter not being complete by Halloween. That puts us both in a bind, which is our shop being closed and you going through withdrawls for a period of anywhere from a couple of days to ten (10). We will remain ever diligent and you keep the faith, but... I know, I know, bad news for us all. Since we are dispensing the bad news, here's some more...wholesale! It is my duty to report that the HypnoVessel's first mate and ever-vigilant rum tester, Director Mallow, is officially hanging up his cutlass and walking the plank. In fact, today ended his career. The Director is on his way to Texas (or some similarly despicable lubber's locale) to hang off of windmill blades and spread epoxy like he does his STDs. Ahhh, the swashbuckler's burden. We wish our pirate well on his landlubber's pursuit.

I, of course, can not commandeer the helm around the clock. Thus I have set out to recruit a new swab to temporarily place a hand on the tiller, your friend Mackie! That's right, our local cycling champion has agreed to help the S.S. Hypno in this, her hour of need...what a good seaman.
We are amassing a pile of pumpkins in need of a little jack-o-lantern craft work. This Sunday at closing (that's 2pm) we will spread the newspaper, gut the pumpkins, roast the seeds, and you are expected to attend. See you Sunday.

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Anonymous said...

Tobias: I just need to prove to my wife that I can act like a man. And it's not about sex. I don't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking.


Michael: That's not what I was thinking.

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