Back to blogging! I took a break for Christmas, and then got a cold. Not a good old midwest cold. But a nasty California cold. That’s why I haven’t blogged for a while.
If we could put a lojack on my cold virus, I suspect it would have come from my kids’ school. From there to my wife and then to me.
If you have not yet viewed the Man-cold video, this would be a good time. Then come back here.
“Oh look!” she shouted.
My heart skipped a dozen beats, my eyes bulged from their sockets, my mental status leapt to high alert, and my right foot reflexively slammed on the brakes at what was certainly an impending fatal crash. A surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I shouted, “What? What?”
“Look at how pretty Josie’s picture is!”
This scenario has been repeated too many times to number. On the road. At home. At church. My delightful wife’s vocal apparatus produces one, and only one, all-purpose gasp. The same gasp that appreciates the beauty of a baby also announces the detonation of a nuclear warhead. Continue reading
Cool, huh?
This gives new meaning to getting hammered.
David, you gotta help me… I started a job, and I can’t get it finished. Can I tow my car over to your place, and will you rescue me? I feel like a little boy asking for help fixing the window he just busted before his mom comes home.
Real men hunt, fish, scratch, chew and spit. And work on their cars. I guess three out of five ain’t bad. I like working on my cars. Always have. My Uncle Tom taught me how. We spent countless hours fixing cheap cars, especially Dodge Darts (and their twin, the Plymouth Valiant). My first car was a 1971 white Plymouth Valiant with a straight-six engine. One of the most dependable engines ever made.
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