I've discovered that, by all appearances, my curtainless neighbors read my blog because there are now blankets stuffed in 2 of their 3 windows facing my house. Good job guys.
Turns out that not reading up on men's college basketball, disregarding rankings and picking teams to win based on their names is a bad way to go about filling in your brackets, which is to say that I'm getting the pants beat off me. Still, it's fun.
Odd story today. I went to the chiropractor because I've been having some issues with my right shoulder (it turns out I have tendonitis but that's not the story). I've been going to this guy for about 9 years and I'm friends with his son so we know one another pretty well. Anyway, while he's contorting my spine in new and creative ways he starts telling me about this dream he had the other night. Apparently it starts out and he's driving George W. Bush's limo to Alto, he says this felt perfectly natural at the time. At one point George leans forward and says to him, "You could have at least worn a suit." Looking down my chiropractor realizes that he's just wearing regular clothes, so he decides he'll go score a suit. So where does he go? To my house to borrow one from me.
So he shows up at my place only I'm not home, but luckilly my mom is there and she starts helping him find my suit. She brings down the white shirt and hands it to him, only the shirt is apparently crazy wrinkly so he pulls out an ironing board and irons it while my mom tracks down the rest of the suit. She brings it out to him and he apparently changes there in my house only to find that the suit is too big. Shunning convention the brave chiropractor gets back in the limo wearing my suit despite that. Apparently the president was pleased with the suit.
After recounting the dream he asked, "Do you own a suit?"
"No, I don't."
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