Trina, Reeves, and I are all working at home today waiting for our XBox 360s to be delivered.
As Trina puts it she’s under house arrest:
“I’ve been informed that I am not, under any circumstance, to leave the house today until they arrive!
Dick is even driving himself to the train station today… just in case.”
Hah, I feel the same way. Fedex is supposed to show up today. I’m afraid of missing the delivery. So as a compromise I’m taking a shower on my front lawn. Lathering up. Shampoo Mohawk. The works. I hope the neighbors don’t mind. But they gotta understand. I’ve been waiting to get a 360 for twenty five years! Ok, well, a few months at least. Everytime a car drives by, or worse a truck, I leap to my feet, followed closely by my dog, and run screaming “eeeexxxxxbooooxxxxxx!!!!1!” out to the front lawn, with my dog running spastic circles around me like an orbiting dog moon! So far, all false alarms. I think I’ve scared a few people. They tend to weave a bit on the street with me running at them, dog in tow, holding all my Xbox 360 games and accessories in my arms and screaming. Yes, and I’m wearing my xbox 360 headset. All day. Until I have something to plug it into.
My neighbors love me. I just wish the cops would leave me alone.