OLD LADY VROOM

Today at work I saw 2 old (we're talking 87+) ladies riding around the store in motorized carts.  You could tell they were friends by the way they would be laughing one minute then bickering about something inconsequential the next.  I thought it was so cool that these two old ladies were out having a ball on these carts.  So, when they were riding down the isle in-front of where I was standing, I jokingly said, "You two should act like you're in bumper cars"...BAM. Next thing I know, the curly haired lady totally swerved and rammed her friend's cart into a pallet of tents.  I was shocked but both of them laughed.  The one that just got rammed said to me with a smile, "You'd better watch your toes boy, she must not be able to see me and I'm on a cart, you get too close to her and your toes don't have a chance".  Coolest old people I've seen in a long time.  I hope that when I'm that old I have a that same sense of humor. 

Good luck to anyone driving the same time as these two.

LOBSTER BACK

That's what you'd call me if you could see my back...it's red...like a lobster...get it?

CONE HEAD

In case any of my readers are curious (which they shouldn't be because I talk to both of them on a regular basis) BluDog is doing good.  I have a picture of his neat collar they gave him, but I'm too lazy to get up and walk the 4 feet to get my phone...so, consider this a cliff-hanger for tomorrow's post. 

It took him about 4 days, but he finally realized he needs to give himself more room to go through doors and chase cats...he has hit the door frame about 1,302 times since last week.

FISHIN' 2

Went out again today, caught a small bass...not worth the 2.5 hours I was out there but better than nothing.  Just enough to make me want to go out again tomorrow.  At least after tonight, I've convinced a buddy to buy a license and we'll go out next week.  What are the odds that three weeks in a row I'll get skunked?

BLUDOG

Well the boy is back.  The first day he was like a drunk on nickle shot night...couldn't move his legs and the stairs were too much for him to handle.  I'm happy to report that today he is doing good.  Although he has a cone on his head, he is trying to chase the cats and is tying to maneuver the doors at full speed.  The only problem is that the doors frames aren't forgiving.  The other bummer is that Blu wants to jump and run when he is outside...these are the exact two things the vet said he can't do...hopefully he will understand English in the next day or so...otherwise, he will have a sore neck and not understand why.

SNIP SNIP

Tomorrow BluDog will walk into the vet a man and walk out a eunuch. 

Bob Barker, I expect a thank you card.

HOT

It's only April 1, and already the temperature is near 90...makes me scared for the rest of the summer. (How global warming is disputed by so many people is an entirely different post). After last summer, I have officially had it with the ridiculous heat. 

Before you fine readers of mine start to grumble that summer is supposed to be hot, let me say this...I grew up in central Illinois and for almost every summer which I was old enough to work (this means 13 or 14 since I grew up in a farming community, and the agriculture industry plays by different rules) I had outside jobs.  This means manual labor...in the heat.  I know what hot is, and I know what it is to work in the heat. I get it, you're going to sweat, it's going to be painful at times, it's almost never pleasant...but on the upside you get a good tan. 

But after last summer, something snapped.  I had finally had enough.  Enough of the constant humidity, enough of never being 100% comfortable, enough of dreading fun events (like baseball games) because the heat would suck all the fun out of it.

So you've been officially warned summer...you better not suck again this year.