Yep, that’s right an Old Skool Blog… errr, wait not. This is the same software I’ve been using the entire time, so maybe not. Granted it’s been re-themed once or maybe twice, and honestly I still think I liked the first theme I used the best, but it was retired. So no Old Skool there. OH here I know and Old Skool Rap song should do it for this one. I could have gone with MC Hammer, or Run DMC, the Beastie Boys… but, well its a One Hit Wonder, Old Skool and will stick in your head for certain.
What today has really come down to is this though. we just ran out of propane (Laugh). We have a propane fueled kitchen stove because of Hurricane Season, nice to be able to cook. But, oppsie, we weren’t paying attention so we shall be kicking it old skool. Well, maybe not but I am considering just cooking over a firepit in the back tonight. Sure we have a BBQ grill and all, but I kinda of feel like having a big ol fire… well alright not big really since it’s a firepit. Here is the problem though My fire pit, well the bottom fell out of it, had a small little happy fire there in the pit singing and dancing as only fire can when suddenly **POOF** the bottom falls out of the thing. It wasn’t a very good fire pit it seems. Also had to run for the hose quick, cause, well FIRE! (laugh)
What will likely end up happening though is this, I’m going to go and make some stew in the crockpot while listening to Old Skool rap since that will keep everyone away from me. Just have to find my ear plugs 🙂
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