I was stuck in stupid Friday afternoon traffic picking up the redheads yesterday. No turn signals, people riding breaks rather than not accelerating, texting and lollygagging.
I just wanted to get home!
We were waiting for a light to change next to a house with fifty Christmas decorations in the front yard.
Santa, reindeer, Baby Jesus, a sleigh, a nutcracker, more reindeer, a couple candy canes and a golden retriever taking a dump.
Remember, I just wanted to get home…
I’m anxious, I’m tense, I’m calling every Jagoff out for horrible driving and Hazel is sitting there watching her dad melting down.
“Hey Dad?! That dog is taking a poop!!!”
I looked over at the festive front yard and focused more closely. That dog wasn’t part of the decorations. That dog was leaving a deuce between the nativity scene and Donner and Blitzen.
I started bellowing with laughter. Hazel started laughing and Fritz started laughing.
Then my eleven-year-old philosopher told her daddy.
“From now on, when you are stuck in traffic, think about the doggie pooping in the middle of the Christmas decorations.”
Traffic continued to suck for the rest of the way home, but the mood was much lighter because of that damn dog taking a crap on Christmas.
On a more serious note, today is the anniversary of the Japs attacking Pearl Harbor.
A Day That Will Live in Infamy.
Out of the horrors of December 7th, 1941, the Greatest Generation was given their voice and purpose in life…
… save the world from tyranny and destruction.
The weather guy at The Morning Chalkboard told me that it’s going to be warmer with very little chance of shadows.
Go be astonished and if traffic is bad, look for the shitting shih tzu.
