Wibble Crabbies

On Saturday (and by that I mean last Saturday) I went to the Reading Terminal Market. Where does one park down there without paying too much? Except if you buy more than $10 of stuff in the market, and get your ticket validated, there's a cheaper hourly rate in at least one parking lot. It's too far to walk back from with live softshell crabs in a bag, even with lots of ice. So I drove but didn't like the parking situation. Would taking a bus back with crabs be any faster than walking, I wonder? I doubt it. But how would I know? I have taken the subway once, and that was to a Phillies game. I have yet to get on a bus but last night I watched an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia that I hadn't seen before and their depiction of a Philadelphia bus is just horrendous...hilarious and gross as well. Anyways, I made crabs. L. and later C. came by as well, after and during their Saturday work.

Later L. and I played Huggermugger. The game, which we both remember as being devlishly fun around the age of 11 or 12, was not quite as entertaining.