70 f'n degrees in the forecast today. Can you believe it? It's about time. No black flys yet either. Hot damn. Time to pimp out the back forty in preparation for selling the house this summer. Perhaps if I can get all this domestic shit done in the next few weeks I will indeed hock my wares downtown on saturday mornings. I just figured it out. Death Cab For Cutie is this decade's Toad the Wet Sprocket. Yikes. Burn Baby Burn - ...

I was gonna say welcome to the end of the work week but over here there seems to be no beginning middle or end. Just days and days and days. Bravo to Debbie (our new rep) for pimpin the merch in the most delightful way. You want gifts, she's got gifts. That should be her motto as she seems to be tuned into the gift store market. Thanks McMenamins, thanks Twigs. Hot damn, it's a whopping 34 degrees this mornin'. Y'all know ...

So friday it was 6o degrees at one the ski areas here. Then saturday pouring rain all day. I stayed in the car as Bevs dumpster dived in Marshalls. Why do people insist on running through the parking lot with their bags on top of their heads, many with long pants dragging in the wet pavement and their midriffs exposed to the rain? It was quite amusing to say the least. Snow last night and now near zero temps. The roller ...