Week Recap and Weekend Forecast

Last week I wrote about this guy who put a fake bomb in a museum and called it art. The people who operate the museum shut down the museum and the street around the building as a procaution. This guy was shocked that people took his art as a serious bomb threat. The debate over this incident has revolved around the issue of this act being art and therefore he should not be punished for causing a panic.

My opinion, okay, so what if it’s art; its still causing a panic therefore this guy should be charged with mischief and arrested and tried accordingly.

As for me this week, I had to shovel the driveway with my sore back. The large amount of snow on Tuesday morning reaggravated the sore back and had me laid up for a whole day. Other than that its been a long week with little to do. This has just seemed like a week that won’t end. I found out yesterday that I’ve got to work half a day Saturday. Yeah!

Bob floated the idea of going to Denny’s this weekend. I am totally looking forward to that. You see, I love a place with an all-day breakfast (which I’ve heard is Denny’s speciality) and I’ve never been to Denny’s.

Last Friday, me, Juicette and Janet were discussing breakfast foods, especially pancakes. I’ve been jonesing for pancakes ever since. So I am very looking forward to having some yummy, yummy pancakes.

On Sunday, my family is going out to meet the family of my brother’s fiancee. This will be the official first meeting of the families. Both me and my mother have met the soon-to-be inlaws. But my father has not. That worries me a bit. My father can be a lot to take in. He is certainly an odd creature. He’s my father and I love him. But I understand that he can rub people the wrong way. I am hoping that he can be respectful and humble when meeting these people. Its just that humble is the last word I’d ever use to describe my father. He’s flamboyant and loud. This is just the anxiety I’m going through. I can’t even imagine what my brother must be going through right now.

Recently, I have been asked by a fellow blogger to write about farting. I think she was joking. I hope she was joking. Who wants to read about what I have to think about farting? If you don’t want to read my thoughts on farting, skip the following paragraph.

I don’t see what the big deal is. Sure they can smell. But we all do it. Wouldn’t life be easier if we didn’t have to blame it on the dog. Yeah I farted. Whatcha gonna do ’bout it? Its offputting and certainly something you shouldn’t do around people you’re still trying to impress, but they’re funny. Especially those long sqeaky ones that don’t actually smell. At that point, its just a funny sound. I also think that putting up with somebody else’s fart is sign of true love. If your partner lets one rip without trying to hide it or cover it up, it means your partner loves you. And if you just let it go without raising a stink (complaing or bitching about it, I couldn’t avoid the pun), then you truly love that person and are willing to accept the fact that your partner is a human being.

Okay, I’m done writing about farting for this post.

Another fellow blogger wrote that I should post some photos of myself that can be seen on my Facebook profile. I don’t quite understand why. I mean sure I’m a very handsome guy. But she can see them through Facebook. Why should I put them on here too? If she needs to get a gander, she can click her way into Facebook and take a good look. I don’t blame her for wanting to take a look. She’s a woman, she has needs. Its just a shame the camera person had a shaky hand and couldn’t get the lighting right. I look great but the photos aren’t perfect. Shame.

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