A sign for the route 9W has a bolt missing allowing it to swivel. The result? Route M6.
Some friends of mine and I went for a drive past a field near my house. One of them asked me about the marshmallow farm we saw along the way (some bales of hay in white plastic). We talked for a few minutes about whether they were wild marshmallows or planted. I thought they were wild because they were arranged haphazardly, but she didn’t think so. My friend Larry told me later that marshmallows don’t get that big if they are wild. So I guess they must have been grown there intentionally.
On Tuesday I had a good dinner at my house. A bunch of people showed up and brought food and we played fun games. I say my dinner was an Absurdity dinner because that was the original name for the house at which the dinners were always hosted. And it WAS pretty absurd. The line of the night was, “My potatoes came from the ground!” I also liked shouting that the Bombay Sapphire was Romulan Ale. Fun stuff.