I swear I’ve been down with a cold for going on 7 weeks now. Basically on and off since 3 January. Sometime this week, when I thought I was finally on the mend it turned into a full blown sinus infection.
Thank you CPAP. I’m certain it has something to do with because I sure wake up feeling crummy, dried out nose and mouth and all. But I’m not going to bitch about it because I’m a man and we suffer in silence. Especially when complaining gets us nowhere.
Big news here at old and in the way, after some prodding from a friend of mine who’s got one of the coolest blogs in Minnesota, Black Twin Cities, I finally got around to creating and Old and in the Way shoppe, a way to feed your inner old dude and celebrate crumdgeonness.
I even sold something off the site, a serious milestone for this space because after 7 years, 1800 odd posts and more content than the Encyclopedia Britannica, well A-C anyway I’ve earned my first revenue from the site.. well actually I potentially earned my first revenue but apparently I have to tell the store what I want my mark up to be on the products or they sell them at cost.
Which is what happened. Never mind it’s about the publicity and the love that we move these products.
Mrs S suggested that I should study markup and cost, maybe learn something about an industry she called Re-Tail. That’s where stores come from. Not a bad idea I guess.
You simply must check it out BTW-
After all these years of suggesting that I, on occasion wear a thong, well now you can too, and it has the logo on it to boot. Maybe we’ll put up a fan photo gallery where folks can take pictures of their stuff in weird and exotic locations.
I mean you go to an exotic location and take a picture of the stuff there, not show me a picture the stuff near your exotics.. nevah mind.
The NEW logo too mind you. The “Old Dudes Rule” logo, which I think is going to become as big as Steal This Face logo in certain circles in a certain block of a certain southern suburb of the Twin Cities if you know what I mean.
Other than that, the day was wash. A sinus wash mostly as I utilized my self water-boarding kit from the fine folks at Nettie Pot or Sinus Rinse or something like that. It’s impossible to keep secrets from yourself with a twice a day waterboarding. I believe it works. Told myself several “true dats”.
I’ve been trying to get excited about the Daytona 500 tomorrow. Mrs S is thrilled to death about it, I could just tell by the way she said “How long is that thing on?” when I mentioned I’d like to watch it this weekend. Just planning her day as far as I can tell, although most Sunday afternoons she’s pretty scarce so I’m not sure why she even cares. Not to mention that theres talk we could get a good 40 to 50 millimeters of snow tomorrow. Boy that’s gonna mess up plans. It’ll add to the 35 millimeters we already have on the ground. Snowmageddon if you will, not sure what we’ll do except stock up on provisions and make sure we have some antibiotics around.
The Man Who Wouldn’t Cry Wolf
So, I have to ask you kind folks.. see how weird are we here at the Casa Del Sank-a-Ray. Imagine for a moment if you will, 2:15 am. You are rousted from a deep sleep by the sound of your home smoke alarm screaming away in the hallway. What do you do?
Do you:
- Wake up your spouse (assuming she’s handy and not a floor up) and roll to the ground, army crawl to the door where you feel it with the back of your hand to see if it’s hot?
- Immediately grab the phone can dial 911 and report a potential fire?
- Wonder out loud “what the f#ck is wrong with the damned fire alarm, get up, run into the hallway and attempt to turn it off, discover that you can’t reach it, go into the basement and grab your sons tennis racquet and proceed to swat at the thing in the haze of sudden sleepius interruptus and whack the thing off the ceiling, making the sound stop, drop the racquet in the hallway and go back to bed, never even for a second considering that there might have been a fire somewhere nearby?
