“Honey hole.”
Is it just me, but doesn’t that sound almost obscene? Almost pornographic?
Well, that’s an odd way to start a post.
It’s been a lazy inside snow day, and The Wife Missy and I have been putzing around, wasting boatloads of time on the internet, and watch tv. Primarily American Pickers, which the above is Mike Wolf’s favorite saying when he finds a pick that is especially promising. Maybe it’s the inner 12 year old in me, but I giggle every time he says that.
Of course we could be watching Forensic Files. I’ve seen the entire series on, oh, maybe four times. I don’t even pay attention anymore, I just use it for background noise. Bores Missy to tears, though.
Then there’s Forrest Gump… but that’s all I have to say about that.
The theme here, of course, is that on a Saturday there’s nothing on tv. Missy likes Pickers, and I’m fine with it, so all is good.