Spending money on hose. Picking up some hose. I’ve got hose.

Aren’t homophones fun?

This morning’s post will now begin with the obligatory birthday greeting directed at Michael Jeter. Who’s Michael Jeter? Exactly.

He’s the one with the balloons.

Yeah.

Yesterday was a day spent outside, you guessed it, running hose. More like forcing hose to do my will.

It was hot. I drank a lot of water.

Speaking of water, I have no interest whatsoever is this ice bucket challenge business, but Dave pointed this one video out and I have to share it. Mainly because of how well thought out and gentlemanly it is.

Ladies and germs, Sir Patrick Stewart:

Don’t challenge me to do this. Because I won’t. I’m the party pooper at the Vomitorium.

Speaking of the Vomitorium, check out what you find when you do a Google image search for “vomitorium”…

Oddly enough, I couldn’t find a bigger one. A bigger copy of the image, that is.

And with that. I’m off to get sweaty.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC