Mistah Schleckah left town for 8 days. He’s at the other end of the state on double-doggie-doodie-duty. Actually, starting on Saturday, he’ll be on triple-doggie-doodie-duty.
Poor, poor Schleckah.
Here he is all packed up and ready to leave.
Bye Mistah! Have fun with the doggies! (He is waving, but he can’t roll down his window.)
I didn’t even have time to miss Bill because he was replaced almost immediately by another man.
By this man. The AT&T man. The man who connected my poor sad sorry soul to the internet. To the world wide web. To the rest of civilization.
Later that evening my friends P&M stopped by. They were heading out of town, and I'm opening their Tavern for them afternoons this week, so they dropped off a key. They also dropped off their second car for me to use.
Isn’t that nice of them?
I miss him when I have to make my own coffee in the morning.
I miss him at Happy Hour:
That’s poor Mistah’s empty, unused glass on the left.
But as Mistah Himself would say, “The only thing worse than drinking alone is not drinking at all.”
I miss his silly repartee.
He's the nicest Mistah in the whole wide world.
Later that night, though, I sat there with a big cheesy grin on my face because I realized that in the course of One Day:
- I got connected to the internet
- I got a home phone
- I got loaned a car
- I got the key to my favorite bar
- My husband left town
This is turning into One Hell Of A Week.