Item #1 actually has nothing to do with the weekend, but it's something I forgot to blog about earlier in the week. The other day I was on my way to work, driving behind an elderly gentleman with a handicapped license plate (actually, I have no idea if the license plate had any kind of handicap, but you know what I mean). His bumper sported a bumper sticker: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy." Gross, Peepaw, just gross!
Yesterday I spent the day maxin' and relaxin'. It was fabulous. I mostly was lazy. But I did set up the doggy pool...knowing it wouldn't last long since it was the inflatable sort. Butter likes to play in it, but Mercy just isn't sure. They both deem it safe to drink out of though. Today while I was at church Butter deemed it safe to eat. I also did some laundry and cooked some potato soup. Potato soup knows no season.
Today I church hopped over to Antioch. It wasn't too bad. I will probably go back sometime. I didn't get up the nerve to try their Sunday school. Baby steps.
And I went to Kroger to get the stuff to make 2 chocolate cheesecakes. After I got back and brought the groceries in and all that, I heard this awful crash outside. I had a moment of panic that I had forgotten to put my car in park or something and that it had rolled through the garage door and into someone's house (I have an over active imagination). So I went outside only to see that someone else had crashed their car into their house. It's bad. The garage door is all smushed in and they knocked all the bricks off the corner of the house. It's just smushed in plywood. Crazy. One of the guys that lives there came out and asked the guy who crashed into it, "Dude, what did you do?" and the guy said, "Uh....I don't know, man!" Crack is whack, kids.
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You seriously need to go on that Last Commic Standing show. Thanks for the laugh!
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