I guess this song really isn’t a downer, but it does have a bluesy feel, so what the heck.
We all have to get through a week, but the weekend will be here soon enough!
When a gift arrived from the Uranus Fudge Factory in St. Robert, Missouri, I became 12 years old again.
I know, at times I should be an adult, but when things arrive about fudge and Uranus, I can’t help it!
There are days you just don’t want to go to work. Yup, some days you just feel like running, some days like driving, and some days, well, feel like you want whatever.
Sure, you might have to get along with your normal day, but in your head, go running to your dreams.
I stepped on the scale the other day, and try as I might I just can’t shed some pounds. I was trying to figure out why, and then it occurred to me, “Dude, too many donuts.”
Yes, I have this bad habit of stopping at a bakery on the way to work, get a couple of donuts, and snarf them down in the car.
Sure, it’s not every day, but it’s enough.
And so, I am professing here, that I will no longer stop for donuts on my way to work, at least until I am down 20 pounds.
If you see me at the donut shop on the way to work, feel free to tackle me and say, “Dude, no more donuts on your way to work!”
Yes, there is air up there, if you look up.
I’ll admit that I kind of lost it at the end of this song, but hey, if you are feeling bummed, don’t look down, look up! You never know what you might see up there. While it also might mean you will step in poop because you aren’t looking where you are walking, wouldn’t it be more fun to see a sunrise, a bird, or a balloon?
Have a great day!
I knew it was going to happen – Fall.
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!