Did NOT want to pull myself up out of bed this afternoon. Realized I had rolled into bed with my jeans and boots still on again . . . damn, those 30-packs just inspire late-night activity. Oh well, that just means I can skip getting dressed. Wife had already left for work, probably been there for several hours by now. Gotta say it, though, this blog ain't about me. Seems like everbody just talks about hisself in a blog, but I plan to keep that to a minimum. What this blog will cover, mostly, is the garage. THE GARAGE. Yessir, our bread and butter. Wasn't for the Garage we'd all be homeless suckers lookin for our next meal. Ain't none of us that can really do much else. Lord knows, we ain't built to be construction workers, although I've seen more than just a few skinny runts drywalling on a pair of stilts. But DANG, have you tried to pick up a sheet of 5/8 rock lately? And these guys put them on the ceiling! Sorry pal, ain't for me. By the time you get a sheet all screwed in your whole body is shakin and you think you might throw up. I ain't throwin out my back for no company. And on the business suit side, Ain't none of us got the brains to be lawyers and bankers, not to say we didn't try that route. Told us all through school that there wouldn't be no future in changin oil and rebuildin carburaters. But damn, look at us now. I'd say we're doing OK, mostly.