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Not the worst book I've read.

Yes, there was Scotch involved in this post.

I have the oddest conversations at church.
And, no, this will not explain the cheerleader comment from earlier.
So, I've mentioned this cute girl at church that I totally have a crush on, but won't date, right? The ex-girlfriend of one of my best friends. Well, more like ex-fiance. And, yeah, that is why I haven't asked her out and don't plan on it, either. Well, and the other thing.

Hmm, should I warn my dog about this?
Hilda, my adorable, brown mutt, loves to chase squirrels. She actually caught one, once, when my ex-wife wasn't paying attention and turned her loose out in the yard without warning the furry, little tree-rats first. Hilda didn't quite know what to do with it, according to the Harpy, but, still she caught one. So far, I haven't seen her actually nab one of the interloping tree-rats, but she keeps trying.

The title says it all.
As you all should know by now, I love my Scotch. Well, for those of you who stick to tropical drinks with umbrellas in them, Scotch is a particular variety of whisky. The finest variety of whisky, in my not quite humble opinion, but still, there are those who swear by Irish whisky and other such things. Regardless of all that, there's a magazine dedicated to all the various flavors and qualities of whisky called, of course, Whisky Magazine.

Just some random thoughts that have to come out.

You may notice a small poll to the right. You want to hear my mellow, syrupy tones? Tell me what you want to hear. But, keep it clean! I will NOT be convinced to read Penthouse Letters or the female equivalent. At least not on the first date.
Oh, and I need to find a microphone, too. I know I've got one somewhere...

They're remaking the Prisoner.

There's something missing from my blog.

I'm a little young to be having a mid-life crisis.