Not very risky business

You remember the film Risky Business? There's that line that goes "So your parents are out of town...". Well, Wifey-Do is out of town. Normally one would think it's time to go down to Duke's and blow our minds on a big stack of "adult video" rentals. Let the animals go without food the whole time. Let the plants flop over in their pots. Let the grass grow any which way it wants. But no, I'm not going to do any of that. Besides, Duke's isn't around anymore and if I never rent another porn video again, that's alright.

I am entrusted with one and only one honey do item; feed and medicate her cat. It's funny how when she's out of town I have to take care of some furry four footed creature, but it's not so bad this time.

I've been on the computer goofing off to my hearts content, and today I got on my trusty old war horse, a Somec bicycle, and rode for a few hours before coming home and having a sandwich. I feel a little guilty, like I should go to at least half a dozen strip clubs, it might be "Jello Night" at one of them, get drunk and go down to The Embers Nightclub and shake my booty on the catwalk, and wrap her truck around a phone pole, and if the cops don't show up, call 911 and say "I'm drunk and wrecked the truck, now I need to place an order for some pork and beans!". I've never been in jail, and they say it really has an impact on your life. That sounds like a good plan, but I don't have that kind of energy and ambition anymore, so I'll just stick to playing on the computer.