Neanderpundit

We have a set that she’s fond enough of that she has it on almost all winter long, leaving the bed just long enough to be washed and dried and put back on.

Trouble is, the bastards have the consistency of a T shirt, they’re stretchy, and have the adhesive properties of Saran wrap. Six times a night I wake up with them wrapped around me like some slow, tedious mummification process is taking effect. Of course the wife bitches about the blankets being pulled, which of course never happens with flannel or percale.

And these days I wear a wrist brace at night to keep the carpal tunnel at bay, and the velcro sometimes attaches itself to the jersey, and I wake up and head off to the crapper with most of the bed attached to my arm, which makes me very popular in my house, as you can imagine.

Damn, I’m for some global warmening. I need to get back to percale sheets soon.

A diamond mine in Sierra Leone needs a guy to do some odd jobs around the place and they gave me a call. It’ll be interesting to see what Kelly has to say about this.

Yeah, I know some different folks.

*Well that went over well. “Hell no.”

The whole story… The ex is a bigwig with a mining company that owns a mine there and are having some serious problems. She told them my history. When the guy called, I gave him my price tag, told him it was non-negotiable+ expenses+ stock+ life insurance. He didn’t seem a bit phased by the demands and told me, ” You’ll feel like you’re back home.”

Creepy.