So I saw this truck driving down the road and I thought, “Wait. Seriously? Is it just me?” And apparently it was, because no one else seemed to care. Victor said that he got it, but that it would really only be funny if it was a plumbing truck. Disagree.
And now, the weekly wrap-up:
Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
This week’s wrap-up is brought to you by Stephen Parolini’s new book Stolen Things. It is full of awesome. Stolen Things is the story of Raspberry Lynette Granby, a 12-year-old girl who moves with her terminally-ill father to her aunt’s hill house in Maine for the last of his days…or some kind of miracle. This is how one Amazon reviewer describes it: “Lyrical, meandering, resonant, nostalgic, sweet, creepy, and achingly suspenseful, this novel is both a paean to the classic kid sleuth mystery genre and a delicate but pointed dissection of impending loss and how we handle it.” Now you tell me who wouldn’t want to read that book? You can get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble. I recommend.