Major Tom
Okay, now that I have made sure there are no fires here at work I will take a little time to write. This last weekend Heidi and I went to her grandmother's brother's grandson's wedding with her grandmother and mother. Not necessarily my first choice for a weekend but I'd do much worse things for my wife and, besides, I put her through enough crap. So we drive down to the Cape, pick up the mothers, eat some sandwichs and head back north to Woburn/Stoneham. I was giving directions and I like to think that I did a pretty good job at it. The only mistake was based on the different titles 'From 93 South' (read north) and 'From 93 North' (read south). I forgot to read the 93 and turned us the wrong way off the offramp. Normal the next direction will bring an error like this to light, here are the next rest of the directions (as remembered by me):
Now it appears that Woburn and Stoneham are mirror images of each other. We were able to follow the directions upto the 'look there's the fuck church' step without suspecting there was an error. Incidently, there was a church on the right. Here is a map (Pleasant St. in Woburn is one way so the directions are a little messed up). By the way the Woburn Public Library has a cool ass building, and in case you cared the wedding was nice.
Yesterday, much to Heidi's chagrin, I played B&W2 and was much amused. I must train my stupid creature to not play with his toy and with the villagers as much. I could probably right for a while longer but there is work to be done.
Z.Monkey

2 Comments:
`look there`s the fuck church??` What the hell kind of a place is Woburn, anyway??
Does Heidi not like you playing video games? I think you should be using that time to study use of "right" vs. "write." I`d say that`s a weird mistake for you to make since you seem to read a lot, but I guess eating a lot of food doesn`t make one a chef either, does it?
What Mike neglected to state is that he played for 8 hours (3pm-11pm). I don't mind the video gaming, but it would have been nice to do something else with me for at least an hour, or at least not yell at me when I inquire about the possibility of doing something else!
Also, not that it really matters, but it was my Grandmother's brother's son's wedding (not grandson); in other words my Mom's cousin, my second cousin (or is that cousin once removed?)
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