For those of you who missed it . . .

and that's all of you, we had a rockin' good open mic last night at the College Street Cafe. Noel and I were on guitar and vocals (yeah, I'm trying to make it sound like I played the guitar, but of course I didn't) and we were joined by a local singer/songwriter (no, I don't mean it that way) who played some of his original stuff too. We even had a little Patrick on drums action, but he's rather shy. All in all, despite screwing up Desperado we did well.

Missy read with delight a clipping that Aunt Grace sent from the Bergen Record called "For the Pet Who Doesn't Take to That Doggone Gizmo" because it's all about how another dumb per owner succumbed to the Pedi Paws hype and tried to get his pet's nails under control and wound up getting bitten by said pet. Missy says I should take this a a warning. Here's a line from Bill Ervolin's article about his history of trying to get Jasper's nails trimmed, first at the groomer and then:
"the vet's office, where I'm guessing Jasper was subdued, muzzled and wheeled around like Hannibal Lecter's dog." Pretty funny stuff for me, since I have a mug shots from the vet's office that shows Missy (Billman) with a muzzle on, her eyes burning with resentment.
Missy is going to write to Ervolino and ask him if he's learned his lesson.

In other Missy news, she's still working off the three-quarters of a loaf of bread she got off the counter Tuesday evening. Yesterday it was some African candy, only two pieces. She needs something more to occupy her time while I'm at work or I leave the house for more than five minutes. I, on the other hand, need fewer things to do. Being a rock star/full time college professor isn't always easy. As a matter of fact, I better go prep now, or the buscom kids are gonna smell the lack of preparedness on me and know that I haven't read chapter 12.

Over and out friends. I'll be blogging from the great state of Massachusetts this weekend where Pin is excitedly awaiting her mama's arrival. Wherever you are (and if you're Anthony, that could apparently be any number of places) have a great end of the week. And, as always, rock on.