With Jeff Foxworthy.

Maestro, a little mood music please.

Okay, so the Rev. Dark Wombat and I headed over to this little Thai restaurant last night for dinner. Everybody else had bailed, so it was just us. As we’re pulling into the parking lot, we had this sort of weird encounter (the kind where we both try to take the same parking spot) with these two guys in a beat to shit old brown van. The van was the sort you’d see with a wizard painted on the side. And the guys in the van were the kind of dudes you’d see driving a van with a wizard painted on the side. That’s not the weird part. The weird part is that it had U.S. Government issued plates on the front and back.

And then we, the Rev. and I, went into the restaurant. And that song was playing. The one that should be playing right now as you read this. And then the cable kept getting scrambled, so that it was pixelated reality television. It turned out to be some sort of cooking contest show. With Jeff Foxworthy. Pixelated Jeff Foxworthy cooking show.

And what about the guys in the van? Narcs? That is the worst cover ever, if they are. Government plates are a dead give away. Maybe if they were the opposite of undercover. Overcover? Dave should be drawing me a van-worthy wizard right about now. One that says “Narc” below it. Preferably in a script font.

And then the restaurant emptied. I was fairly certain that government spooks were about to tear into the restaurant raining bullets. But they didn’t. The crispy duck was amazing, though.

It’s Thursday. The day of love. Thunder! Love. Why quibble? Yeah, quibble.

I’m off to the bank for Jesus, tutoring, and feeding the exchangers. Hopefully, I will be able to watch the last two episodes of season 5 of Castle. Then, I’ll be caught up on my stories.

I need to poop. More soon. ~SC