Smelly Feet

Just got off work. You know the smell your feet get if you wear the same pair of black wool socks on back to back 12 hour shifts without washing them? That's the smell stinkin' up the office. That's the smell that woke up ZZ when I sat on the edge of the bed. That's the mysterious smell that had me sniffin' the whole car ride home... thinking it was some rotten fish in the back seat or something.

We will not be taking the kid out at outragous hours. I want my child's internal clock to actually WORK when it's time for them to go to school. I look at Lissy (Double O's kid in case you guys forgot, sometimes I do) and see an internal clock painted by Salvidor Dali. That will not happen if I have anything to say about it.

10.5 years until Eddie retires. ST's on the home stretch. Mungo's still standin' around, scratching his cheeks, wondering what life has around the next corner. A baby? A boxing glove on a humorous jack-knife retractable metal arm? Chance of showers? Light snow?

You know what I want? I want a little "Fuckin' Eddie" action figure. It would have a pull chord in the back that when pulled would play prerecorded 'Eddieisms.' Just some simple lines like, "What the fuck," and "What the fuck are you on?," and "Fuckit," and "What the fuck, over," and "Who the fuck cares?" I would really like one of those. Glasses on an action figure might be hard, but the hair would be easy, Eddie's real hair is already made out of plastic so a simple plaster cast could be made and then miniturized. The smoothed out pelvic region would prove to anatomically correct as well. I think this could be a very life like doll.

Too many wierd thoughts in my head before bed. See y'all.

Peace and Love,
Mungo