Damn you Joe Sandoval! That crappy little wire you fixed my busted muffler mount with broke while in the middle of a paying job! I actually had to crawl underneath the freaking thing and get dirty fixing that thing THE RIGHT WAY. Do you have any clue how dirty it is under that tractor? Jerk. I had to bathe twice yesterday because of you. TWICE!

You’d think a guy that lives out here would know that there’s a drought going on out here and water is in short supply. Do you have any idea how much water it takes to clean me?

Other stuff that doesn’t include Joe, my ex-friend.

I did the driveway of a new couple that moved out here. He’s a software geek and she’s a horsey person. Nice couple. He’s hoping to work from here if his boss is cool with that. I think he wrote the software that the NSA uses in spying on us, but he won’t admit to it.

Carl should move out here, I meet new people all the time. At the monthly dinners at Arrow’s Ridge I also meet single women. Probably won’t happen, it’s a long commute for him back to Plainfield.

I used to think that I carried too many tools and parts with me in my Jeep, but lying under the tractor fixing the poorly patched muffler mount proved me wrong. I even had the strapping needed to properly fix the thing.

Dennis was in yesterday to do laundry. Don stopped by and we signed the contract to make us legal again. The work should be done in September, after the summer season, if we ever get one because of these stupid fires. Fires caused by this drought that we are in currently.

Dinner was at Canella’s in Pecos, great for lunch, not as great for Friday dinner. Don’t get me wrong, the food was good, but they had live music and both of us are not fans. It doesn’t matter whether the musician is good of bad, they’re always loud enough to stop all conversation.

Tori wants me to say hi to all you readers, but I won’t do it. Let her start her own damned blog. Rotten kid. Loud too.

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