They caught a "big league" coke dealer in Salt Lake today. A real kingpin. He had--get this--9 full grams of cocaine in his possession.
Now, I may be mistaken, but I somehow think the typical dose for a cokehead is large enough that 9 (nine) grams doesn't make someone that the Medellin drug cartels should be seeing as competition.
I'm doing it sporadically, ita.
Also, are you around this weekend so we can do TV pickup?
are you around this weekend so we can do TV pickup?
Only if you bring Noah.
I think we have a shopping trip and a brunch to do, so if I know when's more convenient to you (afternoon either day) I'll schedule around you.
This was my most recent 365 to the pool. I don't feel compelled to start officially for a while.
Tomorrow is a bad day for me (N has an eye appointment, and then we have a mommy and me yoga [@@] at 2:30-4:00 and he's cooked after 4). Sunday he's overnighting at Lori's.
I/we can take him to ita's early afternoon on Sunday. And meet the sis?
Well, okay, you can come by without him Kat. And Lori, you can come by and not take away a TV, by all means.
I am home Monday and Tuesday, if that is helpful.
According to the flight tracker at fboweb.com and its Google Earth integration, Tom Scola's plane just flew over Flint, Michigan, at 32,000 feet. ETA in San Francisco is 12:03 a.m.
P. S. Google Earth is amazing. I finally have a computer that can run it, and...wow. Just wow.
I'm waiting at my gate in Burbank. Plane doesn't board for another hour. Found an outlet to plug laptop in so I'm not sucking battery, set it on top of my suitcase and have set up my own wee office in Jet Blue.
Does anyone know whether Tom is coming straight to his hotel when he gets in tonight, or just crashing on someone's couch until tomorrow?