Didgeridoo Boy would not wake up on Sunday, after a good week of proclaiming we had to be had to be had to be at the fair at the fair at the fair at noon at noon at NOON on SUNDAY. So I came up with a little plan. And then I forgot to turn the damned webcam off, thought I had, thought I'd lost what I'd recorded, and was upset enough to say "taped" in reference to something captured via computer. Hell, yes. So, welcome to Casa Didgeridoo on Sunday, around 12.30pm. Welcome to me, livid. Welcome to Didge (aka Trey), apologetic.
That jacket makes me look fat. And I sound like a dork on the phone. And the house is a mess. Had to get that out there. Whatever. It's real.
And he had more than five beers.
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