Sunday Sunday Sunday

Ugh Sunday, last week bueno this week no bueno.  Winter decided to show its ugly face again.  Lightning, wind, hail, and eventually snow.  We tried to make it to the canyon but it was properly socked in.  Food and a home improvement project ensued.  The project didn't go too well.  Three trips to the hardware store and 4 1/2 bottles of wine later progress was made but when the switch was flipped.....nada.  The problem lay within the shite pre-existing wiring.  Ehh, on to red sauce, pasta, more wine and a long nap.  Boy o' boy I hope the winter ends its reign soon.  

I leave you with Elliot.

"Needle In The Hay"
Your hand on his arm
Haystack charm around your neck
Strung out and thin
Calling some friend, trying to cash some check
He's acting dumb
That's what you've come to expect
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
He's wearing your clothes
Head down to toes, a reaction to you
You say you know what he did
But you idiot kid, you don't have a clue
Sometimes they just get caught in the eye, you're pulling him through
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Now on the bus
Nearly touching this dirty retreat
Falling out 6th and powell, a dead sweat in my teeth
Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks, plus the one in my brain
Down downstairs to the man, he's gonna make it all okay
I can't be myself
I can't be myself
And I don't want to talk
I'm taking the cure
So I can be quiet whenever I want
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks
Needle in the hay

Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay