Ok, so I did a terrible thing and you can't tell my neighbors. I am walking along on the street waiting for the dogs to do their business, when I see one of them start the process. In the middle of this process i get distracted (no, I wasn't texting). So now I look down and I can't see it, I can smell it, but i can't find it.
So I reach down with my bag and pretend to pick it up.
Please don't let this out.
Jan 12 - 18
So, my wife and I were watching Pluribus on AppleTV when this scene of this restaurant came up.
The aliens take over Earth and they are trying to make this character happy. This restaurant had burned down, and so they rebuilt it for her.
This building is very similar to ours, but the sign is the sign we had (Walt's at the time) before the County made us take it down.
Anyway, it was fun to see it on national TV.
Jan 5 - 11
When you walk two dogs, and they both do their business, you manage to get it in one bag (too hard to carry two bags). It's difficult to carry a bag and hold two leashes. So, I wrap the bag and place it in my sweatshirt pocket. I know this sounds disturbing, but the important thing is not to forget. I'm still walking the dogs when I get a phone call from my son. He is screaming, 'The goat got out!' I ask how. He didn't know, but a neighbor had come knocking at the door to let them know. I drive to Orangevale in a panic, and fortunately, they had grabbed some apples and led the goat back into the yard by the time I got there. I spent about 15 minutes searching for the escape route when I finally realized that the goat had forced its way under the chain link fence. With help from my son's caregiver, we managed to temporarily block those openings.
So, I go home for dinner, and while I am sitting at the table, I realize that there was something I wasn't supposed to forget, but I just can't remember.
Now my wife reads this and says, 'WHAT?'
Dec 29 - Jan 4
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Everyone was waiting to see if the smart oven would come on,
and people were hungry and anxious, hoping the turkey would be done.
However, the look on the face of the master cook was gloom,
so the hunger and anxiety continued to be true.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
A red and white car had pulled up in the driveway.
The Domino's Pizza man threw open his door,
much to the surprise of everyone standing on the floor.
He ran to the door with three pizzas in hand
and rang the doorbell with a sound like a school band.
His eyes—how they twinkled, his dimples how merry.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,
tore it open and smiled like I was on hash.
Only to find he had the wrong address.
I offered him a $100 tip if he pretended he was lost.
And the night was saved, however at a high cost.
At least they got to eat something.