After I finish my extra chores, that is. On account of the old dried-up bread I found sitting on the counter (that Buddy and I fed to the birds, today) was supposed to get made into turkey stuffing. Sheesh -- how was I supposed to know? Mom went sort of ballistic when she got home from work, but it's not like I could get any of it back by then. So I gotta peel about fifty potatoes and clean the bathrooms. I might even have to vacuum. But by the time dinner was over, she was starting to lighten up, so, maybe not.Anyway, we're gonna meet over at the Outpost at ten. Which only gives me tonight to get all my gear ready to sell. So, I better get busy. Oh, yeah -- and if anybody stops by to take a look -- I'm giving out a free prize on Friday. To the person who guesses what my all-time favorite piece of gear is. I'll tell you more about that tomorrow because I think I hear Mom calling me.
Later,
W.K,
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