Weekend To-Do List, Brought To You By Litl Smokies

[Friday: Pick the Ridiculously Large Mastiff up at the groomers, take him home and feed him, then off in Boss-Man's vehicle to...nowhere,probably. I'm committed to seeing a friend perform with Mr. Lucky at the Castro before seeing a noir double-bill. Think I'm going to try to park over there during Friday happy hour? Uh, no.]

[Saturday: Drive somewhere! Where? Who knows? The open road, a tank fulla gas...the mind boggles! At some point, there will be canoodling with The Portland Diversion. I hope. Canoodling is too rare these days. Canoodlo, canoodlas, candoodle, canoodlamos...]

[Sunday: Super Bowl at Sis and Bro-in-law's. My potluck charge: beer and Litl Smokies. I'm not kidding, my sister specifically told me to bring Litl Smokies. To eat, apparently. My family clearly was abducted by aliens when in Mexico. While trolling Trader Joe's last night, I briefly thought about screwing with their expectations and bringing Tofurky sausages instead, but was advised against it via text from one who ought to know: Ew.]

[That sounds like enough for one weekend, doesn't it?]

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