Thunderheads are looming over my head. I'm playing Russian Roulette with them, because it will only take one "boomer" to try to get my laptop, power cord, dog, and wine back into the house without dropping something. It looks like it's coming in from the "South" not a good thing, when they come in from the West you know what to expect. The humidity must be over the top tonight. Something ... she is a brewing.
I spent the afternoon re-arranging my furniture...ummm blog. It was as dirty as a pig in a pig poke. I sent them little swines back to the Internet until further notice.
Last night I got myself in a tizzy. Curtis had graciously answered one of my emails, and I started thinking to myself, perhaps I have a been a little over zealous, while I was on his blog, redirecting people to mine for their thoughts on Ellen. I started to feel like a blog thief!! Then I thought perhaps Curtis was only trying to be nice, and wouldn't like me re-directing his traffic like a Cop who hadn't got his quota of tickets for a day..... Poor Curtis, I sent him an email apologizing for this, and this morning he sent me one back...going..huh? I had myself totally convinced that I had done the wrong thing....lord I'm stupid. Like the guy needs more stress. I'm sure he will glad to the last of my sorry arse. heh.....
I have received so many comments from Ellen's friends, it is unbelievable, and they all have the same things to say about her, but under different circumstances. I would like to thank you all, and I hope you don't mind if I steal some of your words. I know, I am only supposed to talk about the blogging community and not do a personal Eulogy, which I couldn't because I didn't know her in real life, but y'all have given me more than I expected..Thanks, because whatever I say, I know you will have my back.....unless I screw up...then you can pretend you never knew me.
I'm glad to report baby bro, is doing well. He had his pace maker put in on Friday at 3:00 PM. It was supposed to happen at 10:30 AM, but he got bumped for more serious cases. He got out the next day. I just talked to my SIL and she said he was sore, but doing good. Another hurdle overcome...just waiting for the next shoe to drop, because folks, IT IS ALWAYS SOMETHING! And it's starting to piss me off.
I was going to roast a chicken in the oven tonight, and when the oven temp was right I opened the door to put in Mr. Chicken Little and what did to my eyes appear....pots that didn't fit in the dishwasher my dear.. during the week. All nicely charred with bits of crap that was in them. I thought it smelled like something was cooking in the house before I actually cooked it! Fortunately, it wasn't to0 bad and I cleaned it up in no time. The moral of this story is...Retire at 60, because when you hit 61 and are still working, de brain she don't works so good. If you are retired and still put dirty pots in the oven...get help.
It's getting a might windy now, the thunderheads have cleared off and it's getting cool.
I slept in so late this morning, I wasn't hungry for lunch, but now I could take those charred pots and lick em clean out. Supper should be ready soon.