Saturday, November 22, 2014

A girl like you I could never bring home

Dear Dribblers, please note that if, when you take your glasses off of your face, an eyebrow hair or five goes with said glasses, it is time for a trim.

You're welcome

I can neither confirm nor deny that I was inspired by an event this morning while cleaning the rain off my glasses. Oh, and it's raining here in paradise. So go ahead and laugh. And later, when the rain clears and it hits the high 60s, low 70s I'll console myself on the beach.

You're such a dick!

I know, I know. Again, to make you feel better there will no coffee on the beach this morning.

I'm a little confused about myself lately. I should tell you upfront that I blame TGB. She always has HGTV on.

I want to build things. I see junk and I think, I could turn that into something cool for the house. I get mailers from hardware stores and think, I need ALL THE TOOLS! I feel manly as fuck.

We were all thinking it.
Then I visit friends and think about all the redesigns I would do with their place; the fabulousness of it all. And while I still feel manly as fuck it's a different kind of manly. It's less of a Bob Villa manly and more of a Clinton Kelly manly.

So it's more a dapper manliness?

Yeah, we'll go with that.

Anyway, I don't know what the hell my point was. I need coffee.

I was about to publish this when I saw that Mike Nichols died. I won't pretend to know a lot about theater, but I know his name and importance. Mostly, I know him as Diane Sawyer's husband. 

Growing up I fell in love with Diane Sawyer. She was simply stunning and whip smart. I would watch the news just to see her. To this day my brothers give me shit about our love affair, one sided as it has been. Anyway, my heart hurts for her. She lost the love of her life much too soon and that sucks.