Devil's Post

The post from yesterday, or whenever I typed that last one, it was # 666. It was the six hundred and sixty-sixth post. The devil's post. We should read it backwards and see if it contains a hidden meaning.

Tim is taking the boys to a wild game dinner at church tonight. Bless his heart! He's not really your Idaho Wild Game sorta guy. He's more your country club, tennis- and-golf sorta guy. The boys are very excited. Tim was thinking about stopping at Taco Bell after, in case the food is not edible. I want to see him in camo. Maybe Patti will Photoshop a gun and some hunter's orange onto his picture for our amusement. I've never even seen him with a hair out of place. Do you think Patti could photoshop that?
My D' is very like Tim, in truth. He likes his hair just so, and his clothes matching. He likes predictability, and expensive shoes.
M' on the other hand.....wears clothes he's pulled from the dank recesses under his furniture. He's happiest in the backcountry with no running water. This is Camo-boy.
How did two such different children spring from my loins? Gosh, "Spring from my loins" is rather a graphic phrase. I think in pictures, and that phrasing presents rather a disturbing image. Let's move on; shall we?

It's Friday. A fact for which I am deeply grateful. I do have to work today. Why are my bills so far behind when I am working so hard? It's quite defeating. If only Obama would stimulate my personal economy! If he sends me money, I am going to use it to pay my utilities.

Hi Ho Hi Ho, it's off to work we go.
Carpe Diem, friends.