no drunken bums allowed... or fear & loathing in the soup kitchen

Saturday Trish & I ate stale pizza at the soup kitchen, only to have the sermon interrupted by a man thoroughly descoobied on Mountain Fresh beer.. or was it Shake-'em-up? (Thunderbird wine & grapefruit juice.) This scared Trish, so we had to walk on the old Blue Tipi's side of the road on the return trip from Albertson's, where we bought some Vault; Trish really likes her energy drinks. When we arrived at our house Trish wanted the dance music (in dance surround) going in order to clean -- which she does a real atomic job of, paranoid of ants & everything -- while I went down in the basement to enjoy the coolth. She threw up -- diverse speculations here, the pizza, the Vault -- so we only had Sketti-o's for supper. First, we watched Sunstorm, which we rented from Albertson's, a so-so movie with Bo Derek in it. (The Diddlies of Havre: Luke & Bo Diddly.)

Sunday Trish worked. Pizza Hut gives her extra hours to make up for the time off she takes. We got some pancakes into her system. Once she left I started work on the Invisible Hog. When I had it about 1/2 finished Kimothy rang the doorbell. She said something about Oreo-gone (for 3 weeks) but I told her that I was busy -- I had to finish my Hog. When she came home she napped for awhile, while I talked to Dan Dolph on the phone. He didn't want to get off, but we had to go to the store, bought over 20 buckadingdongs worth of groceries, which is more than 1/2 of the food stamp card. I cooked us some chicken thighs, which I had to nuke in desperation, then we watced some music videos in the basement coolth. We missed calls from Fred & Ed, so I returned them while Trish showered.