Nothing. Nothing. And more nothing. Seriously - nothing.

It's wet. Really wet. I mean REALLY wet. And, stop thinkin naughty thoughts.

Hey kids - Scrubbie at the keyboard once again.

No - it's not a prelude to some porn entry. By wet, I mean that the rain has been bucketing down round Scrub's part of the country today. And, of course, Scrub was at the local trading post exchanging furs and skins for a potato and some fruit when it was gushing down. Gotta keep that scurvey at bay.

So - whilst exiting said trading post and pausing to wait for the sky to close up a little, Scrub took a moment to do a little people watchin' - as he frequently does. And, I wasn't disappointed. To my delight, chickey-boo was standing under the overhang to keep herself dry, as was the hoards of other skins and furs traders today. But, chickey-boo was waving down her gal pal, or progenitor - it was hard to tell. And, madame driver of the go-kart decided to stop traffic for a good couple of minutes while she BACKED HER GO KART RIGHT UP ONTO THE PEDESTRIAN AREA and DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE TRADING POST DOORS. I know! Seriously.

So - chickey-boo with her cartful, was giggling away and when the driver came to a complete stop, just inches from the door and a number of onlookers who were, to be frank, just AGOG by all of this, loaded up her trading post treasures and promptly ran into the go-kart, leaving her shopping buggy right there in the doorway. All of this without even so much as a "by your leave".

Ahhhhh. There's nothin Scrub loves more than a twit in the afternoon to bring a giggle to his sourpuss face.

Well - after that bit of entertainment, Scrub came home to the Scrub Shack where he is prepping up a nice little dinner of pasta with meat sauce and all the delish fixuns. Hurricane and her youngest punk, H2, are comin' for sup tonight, The eldest - Big D - well, he went back to frenchville last week. Apparently, the lad - a strapping 14 yrs of age - had to go break up with his girlfriend and hit a couple 'a parties. He made it just in time too. The choo-choo drivers all decided not to go to work the day after Big D got home. Othersie - it'd been a helluva walk.

The wife - poor thing - bustin her scrappy hump this weekend. As you recall, her and gal-pal the Joodster gots themselves a bit of business goin on and the wife is up to her scrappy armpits gettin stuff done. But - give the ol gal a couple of hours and she'll have everything needin' done - done.

Oh - the wife and me - little date the t'other night. Went to see the latest Harry Potter flick. Darn'd good. I'll give it two Scrubbie thumbs up. Then, last night, the kid went to crash at Bing and Bong's place. So, the wife and me did a little cuddle up in front of the tube to catch an 80's flick with Glenn Close and Jeff Bridges - Jagged Edge. Gawd I love the 80's. It's all about the hair, aint it.

And, 'tween it all, Scrub put mouse to mousepad and threw together another scrappy page.

Wanna see?

There ya go.

Oh - and the lunatic dog is dead. Well, not deceased. Just flopped. Here, in front of me. On the floor. Ya know how they get.

And, to be honest - Scrub could pretty much do the same.

Gawd, I love Sundays.