Mom and Dad came over last night. Jo, Ron and I were hanging out. They gave us presents from Italy. Jo got an alligator Gucci bag, and I got an Armani tie. They also got us religious artifacts blessed by the Pope. I'm glad they all had a good time. Our goal is to go to Italy, probably on our tenth anniversary. Jo wants to go bad. Me, I could just go to the Olive Garden. Mom even went on the balcony where Juliet proclaimed her love for Romeo, but instead of "Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou, Romeo?" she probably said, "Dad....pssst. Oi! Dad! Saan ung video camera? Ano ba! Bilesan mo!"
Got an oil change for the Camry, dude tried to tell me I needed transmission service....suck my dick. I just got it serviced 30,000 miles ago. Gonna get tires for the Camry next week. Also picked up sleep monitoring device from Cupertino. The Sleep Care Specialist was this wannabe Guess model decked out in Kenneth Cole and wreaking of Drakkar, who looked like that asshole Martin, and spoke so unintelligibly, that I had to bust a Lil' Jon and say "what?" every so often. New line of work might be good for you, something that doesn't require speaking. Hooked it up to me last night, and slept like a baby.
On tap today: Gilbey's vet appointment, return sleep stuff to unintelligible Martin, drop off turbo tax with Mikey at Cisco, chill st home, before going to Hillsdale and returning/exchanging Express shirt, and going to San Bruno for the Zouves clinic seminar.
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