Lobsters from Maine
The wife’s boss lives in Maine and stopped by for dinner on Sunday with fresh lobsters he brought. Did not know that one can just board a regular plane with a cooler full of lobsters and seaweed.
Now, I’ve always liked the guy, but anyone that’s willing to haul a cooler full of six lobsters and about 15 pounds of seaweed across four state line’s a good boss in my book.
Me: (yawning loudly)
Her: What was that? It sounded like a horn from middle earth.
Me: Thanks Hon.
Still fighting the insomnia. It’s been pretty bad lately. Every time daylight savings happens, it seems to be worse.
Got four invitations to watch the GSP v. Diaz fight but had the turn them all down because I’ve been trying to stay on a tight sleep schedule to get a handle on the insomnia and not seem totally loopy on Sunday in front of the wife’s boss.
It’s not easy being a responsible adult.
Which is fine, because I do it so rarely.
Location: Astoria, Queens
Music: hear your moonlight dancing crash into the ocean
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