But.......
I'm not entirely convinced things are running at 100%. You see... I have the thermostat cranked up to 30 degrees. That is Celsius. Not quite shure what that is in Fluffn'heit - suffice to say that when one shoves the little switch to the far right of the temperature box thingy - it's s'posed to be sorta on the toasty side in the igloo. Kinda "sit 'round naked watchin' Knight Rider" sorta thing. Get my meaning?
However - despite havin the little knob thingy cranked to the far right - it's still a tad on the chilly side in here. Not so cold we gots to wear our woolies. But - certainly not sittin' round naked watchin' Knight Rider. THATS FOR SURE.
Think Scrub's gotta investigate a little further.
So - what else is new? Ummmm - well, the weekend is comin' up pretty quick. That means that our dear friend Hurricane Rona will be here. Why? Oh... 'cause JACK BAUER - her TV stud and future husband will be shootin' things up on the show 24 startin' Sunday night. That's why.
So - means I gots to cook up a storm. The 'ol girl loves chicken wings, nachos - roadhouse-ish type food. Should be an easy cook, I think.
The Bro-In-Law, JR, is startin' up advanced education next week. He a professional already - it's one of those " bump up your salary a few thousand bucks cause you have more credentials" type of programs. Good for him. Bad for me. Why? Cause that means that JR and I have to do the Gym thing early in the morning all the time rather than later in the afternoon. That means that comfy bed sheets are going to be a thing of the past for a little while. Hmph. Oh well - Scrub's gotta keep the abs lookin fabulous for the wife. You know how it is girls, right? She don't love me for my money. That's fer shure.
Hey - on the topic of JR. Wanna see what he made? Look:
It's JR's punk offspring Whoagun. Cute little fart, ain't he?
It's JR's punk offspring Whoagun. Cute little fart, ain't he?
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