Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Hey. I’m watching old conan o’brien on tivo. It’s a bit lonely here, as the wife & kid got on a plane tonite headed for the plains of Colorado. That’s right, colorado’s got plains, and they got on a plane. Sigh & shalom. Some crazy finance guy is pretty excited about the new fruscetta (sp?) sangwiches at Wendy’s. Conan’s pretty good, he’s a player, whoah, they guy said that, and I was saying it, and, wow.

So back to my wife & kid on a plane. That’s a heavy planning stage type of dillio doing that for the first time. Did you know you can gate check your stroller & car seat? Fabulous. Whoah, the tv just did it again, said fabulous right after I typed it. Am I predicting what’s gonna happen in a straight up precognitory fashion or is it just that I’m catching a vibe off of what’s going on in the current programming and then jumping off of it, I mean, nothing original has been penned, aired, or even said out of one single person’s mouth since 1982, a magical year, the year that lion jumped out of the van halen t-shirt.

So, yup, my wife & kid are on a plane. Right now. Sigh shalom I miss them already. One week and I’ll be there with them, in, on, at, the plains of Colorado, after riding a plane, and then we’ll be together again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I was and am extremely fond already, and I think they are too, well, I know, but, well, you know the story with that, or think you do, or don’t.

Am I the only one who wants to shoot those people that laugh way too much at the olive garden when they think about all the pasta and sauce and salad and bread sticks they could potentially stuff down their pretentious throats?