A few housekeeping details to start your day:
(1) I deleted all the blogs from the "follow blogs" function on my old DCup account and am in the process of going out and following you guys on your blogs as Lisa. So if you see that I've dropped, don't worry. I'm still reading you. I just didn't like having my picture up on your follow thing twice. One of me is enough!
(2) MathMan is sending me dispatches from the road and is trying to figure out how to use his phone's texting function with Blogger. In the meantime, Dusty has been kind enough to go out and find the links to the local news coverage of the band's huge send off last night. They had a rally and got on the road at about 10pm. They are still in route (it's 7:22 a.m. eastern) and are currently outside of Richmond, Virginia.
Those news links are Fox 5 Atlanta and WSB. Reporters from both news organizations are traveling with the band and will be updating their stories as the events unfold. Thanks, Dusty for grabbing those and putting them in MathMan's comments!
(3) I realized very late last night that I neglected to do a Friday Flashback. Leave it to me to attempt a feature and fail on week two. I blame the lack of alcohol and naked men. Anyway, when I was driving home yesterday, I heard this song and was reminded of the old days when I used to take my clothes off in public and get paid to do it.
And no, I wasn't a stripper. You'll have to figure it out.
P.S. No one has answered my ad yet on Craig's List. I can't figure out why....It reads:
Forty-three year old mother of three, occasionally referred to as a MILF (mostly by her husband on the one night per week he might get lucky) seeks someone to console her while her husband is away being part of history. Must be clean, have minty-fresh breath and be able to lift at least fifty pounds.
Duties include, but are not limited to, pussy care (I mean real felines), hauling the trash to the dump (not a euphemism for a fetish), listening to me proofread (no, that is not what I call an orgasm), light housekeeping, hogging the blankets, watching British murder mysteries with me at bedtime (nope, still not using euphemisms) and watching me lovingly as I sleep (I believe I've been clear about the euphemisms). Taking the children out for the day and shopping for and purchasing expensive gifts for me (at your own expense) is optional, but highly recommended (if you want to find out what I do when I am ready to use euphemisms.)
No weirdos, druggies or men seeking long-term situations. Assignment lasts until Wednesdy, quite possibly longer if my husband thinks it might be good to share the burden (see, that is a euphemism) of me. Negotiable.