Thursday, May 25, 2006

Morning folks. It's been said that a lot of good fortune in life is due to timing. If that is true, and I think it is, I have got to be the master of bad timing. The sign below shows the price of regular gas here yesterday, and for the mathematically-challenged let me convert that for you.

$1.211/liter x 4.546 liters = $5.51/gallon. Now consider that I'm leaving on a 10,000 mile trip in 2 weeks. See what I mean? Granted it won't be the same price throughout the trip, but DAMN!

Add to that the approximate $4-5,000 for motels, $2,000 for ferries and train, etc. etc., I'm beginning to understand how the dog below feels.


I know that sounds whiny, but the truth is that after rasslin' with this blankety-blank tumor for so long, the trip would be a bargain at twice the price. But, DAMN!

Besides, I've got to get out there and put my new laptop to work. I've always worked well under pressure but with Timmy in the equation now it's different, and I'm hoping I can do a decent job.

If I run short of funds I can always auction off what my little Babushka sent me. Wait!, Photobucket won't post pornography. DRAT! Oh well, I can always post nekkid pictures of myself, because I'm sure they would fall into the Humor category.

That should be enough goofing around for today. Don't ask what brought this on, I don't understand it either.

Trucker Bob blogged at 3:02 AM

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