"Larry the Cable Guy" is performing here in October. I wonder, should I take my camping gear and go start standing in line now, to beat the crowds? I mean, I know it's just a week after my operation, but it's Larry. Apparently alone. Just...him. For money. NO, no, wait, don't misunderstand--they want YOU to pay money to HIM for the privelege of hearing/seeing his "comedy." Hey--HEY: I wonder if he'll say that hilarious thing he says, that "Git-R-Done!"? Ya think? Will he? Oh, I bet he'll keep us in suspense for most of the show wondering if we'll get to hear that brilliant bit of catch-phrasing. Because Larry, he's the thinking person's comic.
I will be posting about this and other weighty topics in upcoming weeks over at my new digs under the virtual masthead of the Arkansas Times. Please do stop by and visit, and give a commentalicious shout-out, wouldja? Come on, show the love--especially you Canadians: Give the folks who watch the stat-counters something to wonder aboot!
And in BREAKING news, here at the home front, the long-extolled REDESIGN IS HAPPENING! Really, it is! Redesign! By Karen! Any DAY now! Don't miss it! No more white-on-black posts that apparently hurt your eyes because all of my readers are one hundred and nine years old! No more sidebar clutter! No more 10-mile-long blogroll! MORE NINJA POODLES! So please come back. I love you.
Also? My husband cooked a wholesome, from-scratch dinner for the family for, like, the fourth night in a row or something, WITHOUT BEING ASKED. If anyone out there has any information about me having a terminal disease that I don't know about, or about me unknowingly going blind, etc., please drop a dime to me, 'k? Otherwise I may start going all Bette Davis in "Dark Victory." Seriously--he's being SO nice that I'm starting to think that despite all his talk of my "nonsense" theories of impending surgical disaster, Alex is ALSO afraid that they're about to kill me under the knife, so he's trying to be all sweet and sugary so that when I don't make it out alive, he won't have it on his conscience that the last thing he said to me was, "I'll do it IN A LITTLE WHILE!"