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oops...calm down....lower case...good doggy...no barking. 6 am thursday, i kiss my sleepy bride goodbye. i promise to take her out for dinner. she is probably grinning but i can't see in the dark. when i get back home, she is in the yard digging and singing to the tunes on her i-pod. bagging up green goodies for her pals. where will it be darlin? it is german night at riccardo's--a better choice could not be made. most of the time we don't eat before 7, but if you don't get to tina's place early--no schnitzel for you. i dress for the occasion. best 648 new balance shoes. class ring from my mama. timex indiglo with the unusual black metal band-a gift from the doughboy. 2 silver bracelets from wife and male child. i top it off with my treasured ZACHARY'S tee-shirt. 20th anniversary edition. it will forever remind me of our last trip to california. 4 days in san francisco, including dinner in oakland at meri and beths'. 4 days in carpenteria. dining and visiting on the mountain, with the kids and amy o's family. enough sentimental nostalgic crapola. i had a bad dream last night. as best i can recall, i was forced to watch oprah reruns and it may have turned me into a lower case mental case. at $2.30 per gallon on sale at the gate, we take the civic. the explorer will be driven rarely, unless we hit the lotto. remind me to play lotto..nah we can drive the civic. we walk in the door at 5:40. only 10 seats out of about 50 are left. now there are 8. in less than 10 minutes even the table for 2--which is labeled the "worst table in the house" is occupied. the label is a lie. the only bad table in the house is the one you don't have. those that don't have are being meeted and greeted and watered by tina. you wanna know how much i like riccardo's? it is simple. if a restaurant proudly serves pepsi, it proudly won't serve me again. i gladly order unsweet tea. amy orders wienerschnitzel with red cabbage and mashed potatoes. i have the spaghetti with the best italian sausage you will ever eat. the salads are delivered along with 2 big chunks of warm--crusty on the outside--soft on the inside--herb bread. delectible monstrous mounds of carbohydrate happiness. i enjoy every bite. the last of which is used to sop up my remaining red sauce. eat your heart out gboj. i finish off amys' mashed spuds. she is stuffed and so am i, but those are not going back to the kitchen. destiny and that is her real name, asks about dessert. too full but thank you for asking. destiny's child has no idea that i have some almost-homemade c-chips at the house. made them up last night while simultaneously pulling off a rare come-from-behind victory in a game of muggins agains't miss amy. a domino game taught to us by doubleo and her whiz of a hubby. stick 3 c-chips in the toaster oven at 8:30. settle down with us news and world report while my techno spouse makes cd's for me. read about dubya and the growing deficit...i swear i'm not going to toss my cookies...put the magazine down...watch hoops...no caps...no caps... hey, tina ..i know you don't need any publicity cause your dining room is always as full as my belly was last night. so to help you out, i will give directions to riccardo's. these directions were given many years ago by a couple of famous guys: go south to the slawson cut-off and when you get to the fork in the road--take it.