Or maybe it's just a sing along in my head... We could also add "We're having heat wave... a tropical heat wave..." OMG 50 degrees the last couple of days - I darn near broke out the bathing suits and suntan oils. But as I had other callings yesterday and Friday - well...
Day 4 of walking my dog in the back yard... a much easier prospect since I spent 45 minutes and 4 grocery bags later picking up doggie presents. Thankfully when I was 3/4's done Bubba decided to come outside and help. He has his moments.
In a bit of scary neighborhood gossip we had an incident yesterday. As we were outside tending to the back yard we hear screaming - now my first thoughts are kids - it was nice outside and I am sure more than one mother said - go outside and play I don't care how dirty you get. Just get out. Or maybe that is another reason why I haven't been sent children... a thought to ponder later. Anyway... then the tone and the text of the screaming changes - very high pitched and the words 'help me' come out. Now I send Bubba to the front yard - the neighbor is already across the street and sees our neighborhood wife beater. Groovy. Bob goes insides, calls the county police and we all hear sirens but none in the neighborhood - they either turn them off when they got close or - got lost. I'm hoping like heck for the first. We didn't see them directly as they were on the first turn off of the neighborhood... but it shakes you to your core.
My advice - get out, get a gun and know how to use it - he comes at you again - shoot off his manhood and if he keeps coming - really let him have it.... But I'm old school.
NOW - that fun was sandwiched between two girl group events where we ask the Mason's of the county to pony up a buck to help send them to their State convention... they know us we know them it's all good. What was NOT all good was getting up early on a Saturday morning and having to don pantyhose and a dress... getting into hose at 8:00 AM on a Saturday morning frankly is not an natural act. But that was done, Bubba and I had lunch together, he went off to see a guy-flick with his buddy, I went and had a manicure and we met back home for a late night snack of pizza and bad tv...
And on a side note, when enjoying said late night snack, don't fall asleep on the couch - I was sitting up so the indigestion was limited but the dreams when I went to bed were freaky. Woke up with one monster headache... definitely not the smart move.
And now it is Sunday it's raining, its a bit chilly but not the bone crushing cold of early in the month and I've got reservations to one of Bubba's favorite places for dinner. Happy Birthday you old coot. And on the total up side? I have Monday off but Bubba does not... BWAA HA HA HA...
More later!
No comments:
Post a Comment