We recently traveled on a quick vacation. Part of it we planned out, and part of it we just left to winging it. Sometimes those can be the best vacations!
Yup, Summer was hot and rainy, and even part of fall has been hot and rainy, and I figured the bottom was going to drop out of the weather. Sure enough, I didn’t pay attention to the weather forecast, could have probably used a light jacket, and while pumping gas there it was, the dreaded view of breath in the cold.
Oh well, seasons change, it’s that time of year, so bring it on!
My wife said I was a “burglar,” a combination of burp and gurgle. I swear I thought she said “burpler,” the same combination but different spelling.
I sang the song for her, and she quickly reminded me that I don’t listen to her. Ha, ha! In any case, there are times I have stomach noises. I probably should have tried to record the noises, but alas, it’s just me singing.
I find it weird how we celebrate Friday, especially in the morning. I mean, you still have a day of work to get through. In the end, though, I guess I don’t care because it is Friday, the weekend is close, and it’s time to celebrate!
I know the combination sounds weird, but the other day, for dinner, we had pea soup and tuna noodle casserole. The soup was from the farmer’s market, and my wife made the tuna noodle casserole.
Both were very yummy, and I realized I was a lucky man because I would probably never buy soup at a farmer’s market, let alone make tuna noodle casserole.
We went to this place called The House on the Rock in Wisconsin over a weekend. It’s really a weird place and surprisingly you don’t actually see the outside of the house.
Inside, though, is a weird house, complete with other areas of the property with weird collections of just about anything.
Sometimes, when I do some fasting, my belly isn’t happy.
Yup, at times there is some grumbling and rumbling, so loud it seemed like a thunderstorm in the distance. I find it funny, as I usually do with most bodily sounds.
Our dog, Milo, is a resource guarding kind of dog. My wife brought him into her life before she met me, and she will always be number one in his life.
What that means for me is that I need to explain to him, at times, my every move, otherwise he will think, even if I am just walking across ar room, that I am about to attack his Mommy. I get off the couch, I have to explain to him that I’m going to the kitchen. I head to the stairs, I better tell him I’m going into the basement. If she is in a position that she seems vulnerable, like lying on the couch, I must announce my intention or I will get a “Grrrrrr!”
That doesn’t mean the good weather is gone, it’s just starting to shift to “fall” weather, and eventually the wonderfullness of winter.
There should be a few nice days left for us here, and I’m hoping that wherever you live you get a few nice days of weather before “winter hibernation” begins.
I was thinking about the Jerry Seinfeld series, Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, and the episode with Sebastian Maniscalco, “My Wife Didn’t Know the Extent of It.” During the episode, there was talk of the olden days when we people were excited that “company” was coming over, but now we hide from people.
Heck, do the youngins even know what company is? I decided I needed to sing about it.