Neanderpundit

Running errands, running diagnostics, running my ass off all weekend long. Had hoped to get to the range this weekend but by the time I was prepared I was dead to the world.

So I’m gonna grill up some steaks and hit the hay, and hope next week is better.

I had to go get a scrip filled. I was out trying to get stuff for the Cushman, and I had been working in an old Tshirt and a pair of camos, and I was wearing my garage shoes- an old pair of Dr Scholls that have gotten paint splattered and were missing laces, and had floppy soles. I had a streak of grease across my face that ran up my head, and I was wearing a camo NRA hat.

I left the Autozone (Where they are used to seeing me looking like this) realized that the Walmart pharmacy closed in ten minutes, and rolled over there. While standing in line at Walmart, in buttocks-hugging camo with a ripped, stained teeshirt, I realized, I had become… one of them.

Lo, how the mighty have… capitalized on the goofiness of celebrity yet again. Welcome to the world of crapbloggers, Chris. You are in good company.