Today’s post is going to be fast and nasty, ladies and gentlemen.

The primary reason for that is because I’m still trying to get the actual site back up and running.  The problem is that it’s littered with more 404 errors than it is with my rants, soliloquies, diatribes, litanies, blather, and general verbal brilliance.

The gang in tech support at the northern branch is getting ticked off too.

Faith sits here at my left adorned in her gray Thundershirt.  Her toe is twice the size of it’s other mates, but the pharmaceutical wonders of Rimadyl make her oblivious to the pain, yet acutely aware that we had a 10 minute thunderstorm about 2 hours ago.

Little goofball.

None the less, something occurred to me earlier today when Wifey was wielding a knife around the kitchen as if she had something other than my throat to slice.

“I hate these knives!”  she said.  “The commercial said they would never go dull!”  She then pulled a red and white sharpener out of the drawer and began to put an edge on the knife in question.

“Where did you get that sharpener?” I asked.

“It came with the knives.”

“So you bought a knife set off a commercial that advertised that they would never go dull, and it came with a sharpener?”

“That’s about it.”

With that, we dined on lovely fajita salads.