Divination Part II

Should have known better: of course there was no bulldozer today, just a different man with a really hi tech stick, one that bleeps like a metal detector.

The tank is buried five feet under ground, at least, according to the stick man. So bulldozer, apparently, coming tomorrow (yeah, right).

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There are two ways of trying to forestall the temptation to follow a mad and almost certainly regrettable course of action. One is just not to think about it, not to devote any brain cells at all to the possibility and hope it just goes away. The other is to announce it to your friends and family (or, in this case, the entire global internet community) in the hope that having outed yourself you will never be tempted.

I am hereby choosing the latter path. So here goes. WhartonStalkerGuy has invited me to accompany him to Las Vegas to be married, and all he asks in dowry is a case of White Hall Soliterre 2002. There are so many reasons why this is a bad idea, it's untrue - quite apart from the fact that my mother would kill me - and I am hereby hoping that this public posting will serve as an amulet to protect against temporarily losing my marbles.