I was abducted by aliens
What year is it and why does my butt hurt?
Ok. I admit it. I wasn't really abducted by aliens. And I haven't seen anything resembling an anal probe in a loooong time.
But I am wondering just what in the hell happened to the last...oh...three or four months or so. Anybody got a clue? Anyone?
Good gawd but the summer has flown. Let's see if I can recap it as succinctly as possible.
Went on a short gamblin trip and won. Went on a longer, "Grannies Gone Wild" gamblin trip and lost.
Gained a son-in-law. Lost my mind and my temper.
Bought some new clothes; bought some new shoes; bought a new refrigerator.
Went to the new Hy-Vee (it's nice). Went to the new Fresh Market (it's freakin awesome)...talk about yer
Went boatin a few times...much less than we'd have liked due to the miserably, wickedly hot weather.
Saw a man on roller skates, carrying a hockey stick, wearin a cowboy hat, dressed in only a hockey jersey and jock strap at the kids' wedding reception - don't ask.
Observed da Zigster doin a mighty fine job (for an old fart) of dancin to "YMCA". Observed da Zigster asleep in the recliner at least 47 times.
And now it's Labor Day. Summer's last big HURRAH!...and I'm sick as a dog with a summer epizootic...snotty nose, rib-crackin cough, da works. I'm suckin on a cuppa hot tea with honey and lemon and da Zigster is asleep in the recliner. WhoooHoo! Big end of summer party here. Big.
Oh. And in between all the glamorous, globe-hopping travel and the half-nekkid men on roller skates (nice ass, btw) I worked. Harder than I normally do, too.
Speaking of Labor Day, our local
Well...that pretty much sums up what Pammy did on her summer vacation. (Yawn)
I'll try to be a better blogger...but it just seems like a helluva lotta work. heh
Oh, yea...I almost forgot this little gem. I've seen it before, in Jacksonville on the way to the Princess', but I've never had the camera handy.
Ahhh...Firearms and Memories. Didn't Streisand cover that?