I Just Flew In From The Kitchen…

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. I just flew in from the kitchen and boy are my arms tired. Bu-dump-dump-tish. Take my wife…please.

But seriously folks, I did just get back from plastering in the kitchen and my arms are tired. Today was the first coat called the scratch coat. Didn’t quite finish it all but it is a good start. Now, with a little luck and a lot of wine I’m going to be plastered myself in just a little while. As the saying goes, I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

You’ve been a great audience. Drive safe and come see me this Saturday and the Airport Ramada.