Come on in and sit a spell. This week is dedicated to Fluffy. The story of Fluffy and how he got his name is pretty funny and although it really doesn't go back that far, it's managed to make the rounds. The way it was told to me starts something like this........ Once upon a time, in a land far to the north where the wind drives the snow so hard it feels like needles piercing your skin, there lived a............

 

Did you have to bring the couch?

 

more of a rectangle now....and lumpy. my how things change in here!

dragon and I are contemplating eating right now.... check on me in the morning

 

I really don't know what you're referring to. I'm as sane or normal as anyone else who would post here....................... Well, with that said......I guess you may have a point. At least I'm entertaining.

Hey, you need to write the next paragraph in the story of Fluffy.

 

Alright you night owls, I'm out of here. See you all tomorrow.

 

nope! I know it. and that is where it stays.....but you guys are free to guess.

 

And what happens when someone guesses right?

How about a prize of some sort. Like perhaps a carrot, and maybe a kiss on the lips from an armadillo.

Anyway, Fluffy's Hair Emporium appears to be open for business. T-rad will be the only customer to get a really close shave. Anyway

Another week of way too busy almost over, so I can start next week of way too busy. But its all good. Better to be looking at the work, than looking for it. Sounds like it should be steady through sping, thanks to mistakes made by other outfits, and the need to correct said mistakes.

Had some snow this morning, coming down like crazy, all of about 1" worth. Gosh, whatever shall we do. Been hovering right around -8 for most of the week, so t-shirt weather has hung in there pretty good.

Enjoy the fluff, the phoo, and the rest of it too

 

Man, I leave for a few months and things get all weird in this place. Who's been washing fluffy in my absence? When I peaked through the door all the dognuts were behaving themselves as if somebody been traing themm or something. What's next, somebody gonna wash out the coffeepot?

Absentbutnotawoltrooper.

 

janitor from Nantucket. He loved his canoe, but the gunnels were thin, one day he hit a large rock and sunk it.

 

been working on my crew cab, its a rolling chassis now, gonna set the cab on tomarrow so i can make the mounts for it

 

When somebody remembers to feed them, it's amazing what you can accomplish.

 

But not to be drowned, he swam round and round, til the whole lake he had drunk it. Standing alone on the wallow, of the former lake he had swallowed, he looked down in the mire, and there he saw a ...

 

rusty old dryer. But inside it appeared, something was indeed very wierd, to indicate it was not actually hollow. There was splashing around as he pulled it aground....

 

once a ground he found and old hound....

 

Uhhhh, weird -- - really weird place. Hmmmm, wonder what really goes on in here. Sign said something about "Fluffy" - - all I see is puffy and dreadlocks. What is that lump in the corner? Where is the coffee? And this guy Rick has waxed completely eloquent with long stories about some character and deer and sausages and . . . . hmmmm????

Think I will pass this morning - - something definitely going on here that is really weird.

So I will rise with a clatter to avoid all this chatter.

See ya,

ConfusedBob