What The Hell Am I Doing Here?

Friday, November 21, 2003

Dept. of Mama Mia, I Can't Believe I Ate The Whole Thing!
A picture named lacasawest.jpg Muuuummm. Pizza.
Yes, after navigating the moving deathtrap of senile farmers, inbred rednecks and burnt-out corporate commuters that is I-80 between Lincoln and Omaha, I returned with La Casa's pizza. Upon which, I did gorge myself.
I'm stuffed, I'm tired and I smell faintly of baked romano cheese. Kiss me, I'm stinky!
Or not.
In other news, I had a possum stop by the ol' basement window. He was sniffing around the bird feeder, snarfing up sunflower seeds and raisins. Scooter went nuts but Bob was too busy napping to be bothered. Mr. possum boogied out of sight shortly after he noticed I was spotlighting him with the big ol' nightwatchman's Maglight. Sadly, no photos were taken.
Not much else to report tonight. I'm too full of pizza.
Urrrrp.

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Dept, of Help Me Get The Hell Out Of Here!

Since I'll be way from my computer and unable to blog, why don't y'all go shop at What The Hell Am I Selling Here? New merch added in the wee hours of the morning! Hours of entertainment! Gratuitous exclamation points!!!

All profits go to the "Get Maggie Out of Nebraska" Fund.

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Dept. of The Hardest Part

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There won't be much blogging during the day today, as I'm headed to the big city to get get some La Casa pizza. There's nothing else quite like it. It's one of those great local, longtime places that are utterly place-specfic. La Casa says "Omaha" to me as much as anything.

I'll blog more after I get back. If I'm not too stuffed with pizza, that is.

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