I came up with a new expression yesterday: I Meatloafed it home, meaning I drove like a Bat out of Hell. Not everybody will get this. You see, there was a singer called Meatloaf, and he had an album (it was the 1970’s) called “Bat out of Hell.” Well, it amused me, anyways.
So here it is Saturday and I guess I’m making another lame post. Never mind why. It’s been a long day and I’ve done very little of any interest. I took a drive on the New York State Thruway, but since I was driving, I could not really enjoy any views. Incidentally, despite my grandiose claims of speed, I did not go considerably above the posted limits for any considerable length of time. After all, safety first. Also, I do not want to get a speeding ticket. Still, the speed limit is 65 m.p.h. That is faster than a mile a minute, so I don’t think I was pokey-poking along too slowly.
And that is really all I have for today. I felt so pleased about the Meatloaf pun, I thought I could get a whole post out of it. I guess it turns out, not so much. Oh, I know what, like yesterday’s post, I can give a shout-out to a local business.
When I arrived home, tired and hungry, Steven called Salvatore’s in Herkimer and ordered a garlic pizza and antipasto salad. Yum! Prompt delivery of delicious food as always.
Also as always, I’ll try for a better blog post tomorrow.
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