...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....
I have an unexpected evening to myself with no attachments. I could stay home with my crochet project and my computer, but that would just be sad. BuddaPat invites me to watch football and drink beer at our EverybodyKnowsOurName bar. And then out to make trouble in the town.
Yep. Trouble's not his middle name, or mine.
But it should be.