The Long and Short of It

You will be interested in hearing this. When you are famous, everyone wants to know what you do when you are not posing for pictures or signing autographs, or in the case of yours truly, writing a blockbuster book which will make him rich as well as famous.

Here is what I do: stay outside on my roofed deck, rain or shine, and wait for the floor guys or the painter or the fix-it duo** to sand or paint or the fix-it twins to say, "We have to be getting on home now, because the phone might ring, and we have to drink a lot of beer just in case."

This has been going for for over two weeks now, and I am pretty sick of it. And just to tee me off even more, a certain biped "lady" bought Spartan Treats for Large Dogs, instead of my Milkbones, which I have blogged about previously. So far today I have eaten three of these over-sized treats for Large Dogs and a left-over corner of a cheese croissant and the last few bites of management's breakfast sandwich from Dunkin' Donuts.

I have blogged about donuts before, too. This staying on the porch routine is interfering with my creative flow. That and our sad sack PC. Sorry, Jimbo, but I am annoyed. Get Gates on the phone.

** D & D (hint: they cannot shoot a bottle rocket straight)