Four more days of hell work to go starting at 9am tomorrow and then I hope to be tucked into the shade of a tree somewhere in Ft. Hunter Liggett, killing a turkey.
Peace out, bitches.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.
I am exhausted and quite ready to launch a revolution of some sort against, well, whatever you've got. A million days of work in a row and most of it was really, really silly. I got home at 1:30am after having watched five fights while shooting downtown, spent a million hours lighting a green screen rig, and then I spent the day riding a surfboard and doing laundry and hanging by a pool. Not too fucking bad. The last hour has been spent madly trying to get the Midget fed and to bed and then there's laundry to put away and Melah to get slightly drunk so she'll relax. What a lovely life.
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Four more days buddy. . .
you need a countdown clock!
Man would I like to join you!!!
Shit!
Anyway, are you hunting the Rio Grande Wild Turkey? And are they more prevalent mid-state to north than SoCal?
Do you have any gourmet recipes for wild turkey?
Love
Pops
Super- three and a half now!
Sav- I've decided to measure the whole thing in geological time so I'm already feeling better.
Pops- Yep, Rios all over Cali. Down San Diego way you find Rios and a hybrid Merriam's/Rio. Get a ticket and bring your boots. I've got everything else. Recipe? Not until I have a turkey.
well call me to eat the turkey will ya?
me, too!
wait, why does HE post here and not on my site?????
If I were sitting next to you, making awesome food all day I wouldn't post on your site either. Notice Melah doesn't even read my site.
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