The times, they are a changin'.....

So, this past Friday, Pops and I went out to take care of a few things.

We got a couple money orders, and blew a few dollars at Wally World. Next on the agenda for me was a trip to Michael's...not, not my son's house...the craft store. I was on the hunt for some clay tools, but they didn't have what I was looking for.

Pops didn't really want to go to M's, so I dropped him at World Market while I went on my hunt.

It didn't take me all that long to realize that what they had, and what I was willing to pay for same was a lose lose, so I headed down to find Pops in his store. I found him, let him know I was in the store, and then started wandering around.

There was a metric fuckton of cool stuff, but that's no surprise. All I ended up buying tho was incense. I've always liked incense, and burn it when I think about it. I bought 3 kinds, but I'm only going to tell you about one.....

Not that they don't all have their place, but one that I found...It's like none I've ever smelled before. No matter where you light it (my room bathroom popss room) you can smell it throughout the house. Not only is it a soothing, exotic, nearly intoxicating aroma, but it's got presence.

What is the name of this wonder, you ask? Well, it's called Nag Champa, and what can I say, but it's the bawlm.

Ok, on to other things:

Herm: I do NOT have your home addy email kvenya at gmail dot com

PSP: Of course you're getting some. What would have ever made you think you wouldn't? Does that Triumph tape work? Heh.

The rest of you: Send me an address, damnit. This goes for you, Kelwhy, H (if youre still reading), Sue, Em, Actionword, and all the rest of you.

Huevos sin blancos,

T.