At about 11 pm last night, while I was out walking dogs (and just getting back) a big old pickup truck loaded with instrument cases drove by our house. There’s a bump in the road right in front of our driveway which apparently the City was supposed to fix two years ago but hasn’t yet and as the truck went over that, they lost a shock mount road case, which landed on the gravel at the edge of our lawn. Doozer immediately tries to rush to it to see if it’s something he should be peeing on (note of warning: leave anything on the side of the road, Doozer thinks it’s something he should be peeing on). So the truck stops and I’m thinking “ooooh like, some famous musician is going to emerge! It will be my chance for a brush with fame!”
Not really. It was a guy I went to high school with who used to be really sort of … hmm… not the nicest to me. He’s fat and bald now, so that’s one thing, but then again so am I so I don’t know if karma works in that way.