Friday, I had to laugh at one point because I really did feel like Captain Caveman. At the time I was carrying my dufflebag and had on my fleece jacket. The dufflebag was my caveman club, because for various reason, it has a bunch of my life in it at the moment. The jacket, with is many pockets had all sorts of stuff in it. Someone at work asked me if I had a can-opener. While they meant, at my desk; I actually said yes, I have one here somewhere. Now if you know the character of Captain Caveman, the club functioned in many ways. But the Captain's fur was a catchall for just about anything. He'd reach in and pull out all sorts of stuff. Well - I reached into my fleece jacket and I pulled out a can-opener. In my mind, I chanted "CapTAIN CAVE-Maaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn!" And yes, as a matter of fact, my mind does work like that. Ironically, Captain Caveman got a haircut today. High and tight. Unga Bunga!
