And in case any of my readers are too young to remember MacGyver, well here's the theme song for the show.
Anyway, many people know I don't watch TV. Truth is, I don't even have cable (I do have cable internet! lol). However, when I'm too tired to do anything else (such as recent USPS days where I run my behind off delivering packages and 27 certified letters) I love to curl up and watch MacGyver, which makes me feel like I could be smarter if only I knew how to make explosives out of a dead fish, a broken bottle, toilet paper, some buttons, and a shoe. Maybe a stink bomb. lol. And in today's internet age, if you want to use the internet to be more like MacGyver, you could always search "how to make bombs out of common household items" on Google. The first thing you do is put the coffee on, because by the time it's done percolating you'll have the Secret Service at your door.
But it's always good to know that if we were to get kidnaped by Soviet agents, that freedom is just one Swiss Army Knife away.
So I had this dream that someone had this plot to bomb the Norwichtown Mall, and the only people who could save the mall was me and MacGyver. LOL For all my non-eastern Connecticut readers, the Norwichtown Mall is a dead mall, with only three stores inside among about 25 empty storefronts. They would consist of a Dollar Tree, a hair salon, and a GNC vitamin store. The more recent stores to close included a chinese restaurant with only 8 different combo dishes to choose from, and the Radio Shack my parents bought their first computer from in 1988.
That computer still works, by the way.
In other news, I really want to head back to the beach. I wish there were more of me to go around and do things, and that flea markets weren't only open on Sundays.
