Well, the Olympics are over. I really had fun watching, even though the Brits have a strange way of putting on opening/closing ceremonies. The Spice Girls are still HOT!
As we pulled up to the house yesterday, we noticed a brood of quail…actually, a Momma quail with several babies in tow…under the tree in our front yard. Those little birds are so cute and always look like they are running to get out of the way of something. I don’t know if fear rules their roost, but they are humorous to watch. And they taste like chicken.
Some random observations:
- We live in the desert with a lot of coyotes, mountain lions, spiders, snakes, scorpions and such running around.
- Stray cats or dogs in the neighborhood don’t seem to be a problem where we live.
- 91-degree pool water is wonderful to swim in late at night.
- 110-degree hot tub water would make headhunting cannibals in Africa giddy with anticipation.
- Momma noodles are second only to bacon as God’s magnificent gift of sustenance to mankind.
- We used to think people who bought pet rocks were imbeciles.
- Landscapers here sell a lot of rocks to a lot of people for their yards...and make lots of money.
- People who sell rocks for a living should run for President.
- Small children pick their noses at the most inappropriate times.
- It’s well known among cats that licking one’s butt is a common culturally accepted means of welcoming one’s house guests.
- Cats are confused as to why we do not welcome our guests appropriately.
Do men really think that no one notices when they don’t wash their hands after using the public restroom? I’ve heard that some women have the same issue. These must be the same people that still own pet rocks. They are still imbeciles.
School is back in session. To the soccer Mom who stopped in the middle of 4-lanes of heavy rush hour traffic to let their 3-kids out of the van for school and subsequently backed up traffic for half a mile…I’m interested to know the name of your pet rock.
All my life I’ve wanted straight hair…and my sister always wanted curly hair. We have both been cursed.
Still...I have a full head of hair. To all the creeps who used to bully me in school...revenge is sweet, baldy!
Now…back to my real life.
Papa Chief
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