It was a perfect night to sleep with the windows open. Until a skunk let it rip somewhere after midnight. I hate skunks, I put them right there with the grateful dead and pharmaceutical commercials.
I’d love to bang out a couple paragraphs on the joy of co-parenting after a divorce. I think I summed it up already with skunks, Jerry Garcia and prescription drugs in the opening paragraph.
So I’ll talk about what was a happy event that ended a mediocre Monday. The Chicago Blackhawks won the draft lottery and have a shot at the next Wayne Gretzky. Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be the next Eric Lindros.
A funny thing happened to Betty on Sunday. When she was sitting in the parking lot at BuckleDown her rearview mirror came off. I got back in the truck with my Growler and the rearview was sitting on the dashboard next to Plastic Jesus. I glued it back on yesterday.
I wonder if that is a sign?
Don’t look behind you. Enjoy the view of what lies down the road.
Man I was paranoid driving home after a couple beers without a rearview mirror to use.
You don’t realize how much you use it until it’s sitting on the passenger seat next to a growler of Pilsner.
It’s Tuesday and we know it’s a perfect day for a daydream. At least that’s what Fred Jones said many years ago.
Get some sun on your face and drive over to White Hen and get yourself a candy bar.
