I have no clue what happened, but I stopped and took a picture. The placard says it’s a gas tanker.

httpv://youtu.be/YeanPDO-D6M

Pilates has only 3 classes left before they move to Colorado to start new classes there and she plans on adding a healing regiment to her offerings. Now that there’s an end to the classes in sight, I don’t want to go to the last 3 classes even though I enjoy going. Stupid?

News B.S.

Channel 13 has a few investigative reporters, 3 I think, that does a lot of public safety reporting and political corruption reporting. Other than the fact that I hate one of these people, they mostly do a good job. The thing I hate about this is the station pimps their stories many days in advance of the showing by telling us that “so and so just uncovered a story that can kill your children” or some such shit and they hold this vital info back for days to hype the story. If it’s so dangerous, tell us now! I guess they’re not into public safety or health as much as they are into ratings.

Dead

Shirley Temple died. 85 years old. Sad to see her go.

Will Smith is not dead, even though there was a story on my Facebook feed claiming he is dead.

Nina’s mother is still dead.

Marylou is not. So sad.

The people in my garage are still dead and are awaiting the return of Armand and the addition of Shirley. Armand joined Shirley in the funeral home so they could make sure that they are in the same  urns or something like that.

Marylou keeps telling me the order of burial when she dies. The family has 8 plots and she gets buried next to her brother and Anita, Shirley, Armand & Rich are all to be placed in a specific order, according to her wishes. Yesterday she started in on this again and I told her that if she keeps bringing this up I’d bury her face down with her ass sticking out of the ground and let cemetery visitors use her ass crack as a bike rack. She thought that was funny.

Did I mention that ML is still alive?

Weather

The weatherliars are predicting 70’s by the weekend for us. VD is supposed to be in the upper 60’s. I mention this for my friends and family that live in the east who are suffering a brutal winter. It’s not often that I get to rub weather in people that live in nicer climes that we do and brother Paul does, but not this year. NEENER NEENER!

General Bullshit!

We’re getting our new bed today. It’s a foam bed by one of the major manufacturers. It’s also a split bed. Nina picked the mattress that she liked and I picked mine and they’re combined on the frame. The frame is the type that moves to a sitting position, each side separately. Erin and I are looking forward to this new addition to our Spongebob watching room.

Just because I make doing this blog look easy, doesn’t mean it is.

All of ML’s shit is here! ML can’t wait until we get it all in here for her to organize and place throughout our house all the miscellaneous shit that is in storage. As gently as possible I explained that there were over 80 boxes of books and there was no way in Hell that all that shit will come into the house. We came to an understanding. Now if she will only remember this when she wakes up tomorrow.

Unloading the stuff went smoothly but there was a spacial issue that arose when all her things wouldn’t fit in one unit. We rented another from Ann. Thank you Ann. 1¾ lockers worth of shit. Each locker is 10′ by 20′ in size.

Sometimes you have to try not to care, because no matter how much you do, you can mean nothing to someone that means so much to you.

Yes, today is Erinday. Nina and I will be picking her up today, again. Why am I emphasizing this fact on this particular Erinday? Well, it could be the hickey that Tori is sporting on her neck in a very prominent position and the fact that she is less than willing to let the Hern’s see aforementioned hickey.

As a trucker stops at a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window, and she says “Hi, my name is Heather and you’re losing some of your load.”

The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they’ve never spoken, the blonde says brightly, “Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”

Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street. At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck door. The trucker lowers the window. Again she says “Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!”

When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde’s car. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says “Hi, my name is Kevin, it’s Winter in Michigan and I’m driving the SALT TRUCK!”

httpv://youtu.be/effb2JYiKXM

. . . I will never have kids again. EVER.