This morning I got out of bed at 7 because the 7 o’clock crows descended on the yard. I don’t know what brings them at that time of day, but they are faithful. Since we’ve been sleeping with the windows open, there’s no hope of me pretending like I don’t hear the incessant caw-caw-caw. I got out of bed and the better-half looked over at me. I smiled and said, “Nice of you to come to bed”. He’s notorious for falling asleep in the recliner and then coming to bed around 4 or 5 am. He said, “Thanks for that hair”. I went into the bathroom and started to laugh. I told him I had cartoon hair. Imagine if Marge Simpson landed on her head and then spun like a top. She’d still have high hair but the hair would be every which way. I need a haircut.
Yesterday we participated in a bowl-a-thon for Junior Achievement. Our team had 5 bowlers and we were all pretty bad. We had a lot of fun and I suppose when you have no talent you should have fun. The team next to ours was drinking. I consider myself a good little drinker but they were throwing back the beer and cocktails as if it was their last afternoon on Earth. It was Noon. One guy somehow managed to throw his ball up into the ceiling. The ceiling tile was ajar and we all jumped at the sound of that ball landing on the lane. He was also fairly curse-ridden which just isn’t cool when that many families are around. Save it for midnight bowling, jerk.
A few weeks ago my MP3 player had to be completely reset again and I decided an upgrade of the firmware was in order. When you upgrade the firmware, all of the contents go away. I had over well over 2000 songs on my player and so I’ve been spending weekend mornings ripping songs off CDs, creating playlists and loading the player. Tedious.
That is so wierd, because I have the same problem with recliners! There must be some “syndrome” or some clinically relevant description.
My god, why isn’t anyone working on a cure for the victims like the old goat & I!?