Neanderpundit

Twenty years ago, I would no more have thought to wear Crocs while working on a car than I would wear pajamas to Wal-Mart.

Yet.

But the type of car work I do, constantly in and out of the ride while I go to check other stuff or look at the computer or take a break, Crocs just make the most sense. I have to tell you, I would NEVER go to Africa again without a pair, that was the MAJOR thing that was left out of that trip and i felt it, hard.

So when I have to leave the garage and go into the house, I slip out of the Crocks and go in the house, and slip back into them when I go back out. Saves the floors, saves my feet, and it’s effortless. Now if they’d just make them with steel toes.

So I’m taking another day to spend Talking to Wamba on the Big White Phone.

I don’t actually feel bad, I just can’t get far away from a bathroom. I may try to get some shit done today while I’m hovering close to home, like new plugs/wires on the 99 sploder. The sucker threw a 455 while I was dropping the Daughter off at school, no doubt because the boys and girls at Emissions testing told me my gas cap wasn’t working and replaced it.

I have come to the contusion that the Marmite Squeezy may be the single biggest contribution of modern science.

In other news, some virus or other is asswhipping me like a rented mule, and the various excreta are epic.

Speaking of sick, why is it that nobody eats Mrs Grass soup except when they’re sick? Or is that just me?

Gut rumbling again. Time to visit my buddy the porcelean thundermug.