I am so Sorry for being late. I had some oxtail, rice and peas, cabbage, and fried plantains for dinner last night. I actually found it at a new place here in Iowa. It's called Island vybz. If you know where Fin & Feather is, it's across the street in that little strip mall where that hardware store is. I'll be honest, it's just as good, if not BETTER than what I've had while in the Caribbean. When I say the meat falls off the bone....... MELTS in your mouth.
Wait! I digress. Anyway, I started working out with Jerimiah Moody. He's doing personal training, and well, if you've seen me, it's rather obvious that's something I could really benefit from. I just got home like ten minutes ago. IT WAS BRUTAL!! I am so freaking sore. I sat down and of course figured I would enjoy the reading at my desk in the man-cave. But get this: That oxtail started talking back to me. And I mean REALLY started talking. I barely made it to my potty, and when I say it cut loose, it cut LOOSE. Now hears where it gets really bad. I get finished doing the "doo" look over and realize my loving son had stopped by earlier today before practice and relieved himself in MY throne room! I don't know about you, but some things are sacred. and THAT's one of them. I scream to to wife! No answer, damn dog is just sitting there looking at me. He ain't no help! What's a man to do.......
Then it dawned on me. With my pants around my ankles, I hop up and do the little waddle dance to my computer. Thankfully this note from Random was still up. I hit the print button and waddled back to the bathroom closing the door behind me. You see boys and girls, I really have enough crap in my life right now.....
So I printed this and used it for toilet paper. . . . It served it's PERFECT purpose.
