You, me, and a bucket of chicken

The delectable ms. wobs and l'il wobs have decamped for the Big Apple for a few days, leaving me at home feeling lonely and jealous. I do have plans for the next couple of nights, but for tonight, you'll get me and my one-off attempts at humor, insight, or whatever the hell else pops in to my head. Lacking uncle dave's inspiration, I'll let a bottle of red be my muse for the evening.

So stay tuned for the hijinx, because these days, I'm a lightweight.