Leppotone

Treela and I are out. Heading to Ann Arbor to celebrate our anniversary. 21 years today!

oh tree….im working at zingermans tonight…..please stop in and say hello…

I made breakfast, poured out the CoCo Wheats, and just a bit came out.

Nooooo!!!!

So I’ll need food.

Happy 21st anniversary! That’s great! Treat yourself to some chocolate and cheese.

Speaking of which, I am hungry NOW. Root Beer Stand at noon, then play hooky at Bell’s all afternoon? Good day, sunshine!

I went to Bells with some co-workers Wednesday. Food was excellent and served fast. (that was new…) Also REALLY liked the "Old Ale." Patio was open and warm… Man, I wish I was there right now!

it lasted ALL WINTER?  You should see a doctor. 

I’ve been greatly enjoying my new bike, and made it ALL THE WAY HOME UP THE HILL yesterday without getting off and walking.  Granted, I thought I might have a heart attack and my head rang a little bit once I got off, but I feel so BUFF.  In a doughy kind of way!

Sadly, it is totally fair, because I flaked out Tuesday and Wednesday this week, that I must work a whole day here - or at least a day longer than the others. Hmmmm, I did get 7th-grade girl-on-girl hazed out of a Bell’s date this week…. but that is all conjecture at this point.

I forgot the eating suggestions already….

I’ll ride my bike to the bank. But after that, I won’t want to ride no more. Biking is really the only excuse for the CB.

So, Where?

WE HAVE TO DECIDE! NO MORE SITTING ON THE FENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m late for work! No computer there! I really don’t care—if you all decide on the CB or OP or the Kmart deli, we’ll be there, all three of us. No teen angst at the table! Bye!

Funny you said that. I bought Treela a new Schwinn 7-speed bike for an anniversary gift. Looks kind of old fashioned, with older style handlebars. Had it waiting in the living room with a big yellow bow on it when she came downstairs. It was a big hit! She thought it was kind of romantic that we could go riding together now. I did good!

I long for the semi-reliable service of the Metro, but then I’m finishing up being sick with something that resembled strep so I’m out and my longing has nothing to do with anything.  But I will be thinking of you all when I eat active-culture yogurt at home tonight and other soft items.

I’m currently riding my winter chubby off in a girl-on-girl haze, but I have to agree with all of you. I want to be outside in the sun and not working.

I’m hungry, too. I’ll go anywhere for food and/or innuendo!

I vote for OPP since we’re down with it.  The last time I ate at CB I found a Richard in my food!  The ban is on.

OP or Shakyspears, that would be fun.  Nobody wants to hang out at the CB, that place bellows and blows.

We could show them our Leppo-manners, then discuss ape mating very loudly. Or maybe that is our "manners".

I am apparently also rich, based on the fact that 4 co-workers have said, "At least it’s payday Friday!". No one has ever said that before, so I don’t know why pay is so exciting today. Taxes?

I’m down with OPP. And Shake(ing it)speare’s. Whatev.

alan parsons project? 

OPP, wiz is the great decider.

Go here, and then listen to the song that is linked. Crank it up. I swear it is the best song ever. I am serious, sincere. It’s like, someone call B** G****, tell him his dreams have come true.

I am the eye in the sky.

The most unwanted music is over 25 minutes long, veers wildly between loud and quiet sections, between fast and slow tempos, and features timbres of extremely high and low pitch, with each dichotomy presented in abrupt transition. The most unwanted orchestra was determined to be large, and features the accordion and bagpipe (which tie at 13% as the most unwanted instrument), banjo, flute, tuba, harp, organ, synthesizer (the only instrument that appears in both the most wanted and most unwanted ensembles). An operatic soprano raps and sings atonal music, advertising jingles, political slogans, and “elevator” music, and a children’s choir sings jingles and holiday songs. The most unwanted subjects for lyrics are cowboys and holidays, and the most unwanted listening circumstances are involuntary exposure to commercials and elevator music. Therefore, it can be shown that if there is no covariance—someone who dislikes bagpipes is as likely to hate elevator music as someone who despises the organ, for example—fewer than 200 individuals of the world’s total population would enjoy this piece.

To get the full lyrics you’ll have to buy the CD, but the opening soprano rap is especially arresting: lyrics are simultaneously rap and cowboy-related, while the vocal line is atonal and the bass is provided by a tuba. Note the bagpipe breaks.

Yo, I’m ropin’ up my saddle for the long long ride Every time I see the desert there’s something inside says Yo, yo, this is the life Give me open land and a big ol’ knife To get some bear, deer, even a snake I light me a fire, do the shake and bake I say yo, yo, I’m a cowboy now.

I couldn’t get through a minute of the most wanted. I listened to all of the most unwanted. I am a sick individual, according to all the polls.

Where are we eating?

Let’s have a muhfuggin’ picnic.

Useless decided that Wiz is the great decider, and she said OPEEPEE. So it has been decided x 2. We can eat there then go sit in Larry Bell’s snotty backyard afterwards, if we still want some sun. Or Richard’s aging clowny backyard.

So, OP at 6? We’re home already, so we can get there at 6. Or 6:30? You decide. I’ll count heads:

Dadmins: 3

Zoraks: 2

Crappors: 2

Sextons: 2

Wizzy Hards: 2

No Tree, No Fat, Where Cookie at?

Wherever it happens… it happens with us.

Jasses are in.

Dadmins: 3

Zoraks: 2

Crappors: 2

Sextons: 2

Wizzy Hards: 2

Jasses: 4 (The chilluns, too?)

Total: 15

I made the call. 6 p.m. Leppo at Ol’ Penis. Be there or be rhomboid.

No sir, I didn’t like it.

Criswell is snacking at the Mole Hole.