Wow, did we get rain last night. About 3 this morning I was awakened by a hellova storm. Still raining and the sun is our even .  The weatherliar got it right for once.

Whiskey is not a fan of storms. He tried to crawl in bed with us. His surgery prevented him from being able to.

As we slide into the Memorial Day weekend, I realize that this weekend will be like many other holiday weekends for us. Rain will happen to  help lower our weekend profits, gas went up to discourage travel, and I’m sure labor will be a pain in the ass because they have to work on a holiday weekend.

They predict at least an inch of rain for us this weekend. I should be happy because of the drought, but I’m not. It could rain any day but it always seems to be predicted for the holidays. I sorta hope the weatherliars are wrong again, but then again we need the moisture desperately.

Gas prices, which were dropping, shot up again just before we could order a load. The went up a freaking dime/gallon. So do I raise the price or take less profit? I’ll probably do something in between.

The new girl is working out OK. Customers seem to like her. Tori’s not bitching about her . . . . . yet. Henry is an inch away from being canned. I ripped him yesterday for ignoring my directives and doing what he wanted.

I’m pushing 2500 miles on the Harley already. I’m having a great time on it and Nina enjoys it too.

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. If you pick it up, it dies and ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.  ~~Osho~~

U.S. Navy destroyer stops four Mexicans rowing towards California coast.

The Captain gets on a bull horn and shouts, “Ahoy, small craft. Where are you  headed?”

One of the Mexicans  puts down his oar, stands up, and shouts, “Gringo ,we are  invading the United States of America to reclaim the territory taken by the   USA in 1848.”

The entire crew on the  destroyer doubles over in laughter. When the Captain finally catches his breath, he gets back on the bullhorn and asks, “Just  the four of you?”

The same Mexican stands up again and shouts, “No Captain, we’re the last four. The other 12 million are  already there !!! “

(From Mom)

Little Bruce and Jenny are only 10 years old, but they know they are in love. One day they decide that they want to get married, so Bruce goes to Jenny’s father to ask him for her hand.

Bruce bravely walks up to him and says, “Mr. Smith, me and Jenny are in love and I want to ask you for her hand in marriage.” Thinking that this was just the cutest thing, Mr. Smith replies, “Well Bruce, you are only 10. Where will you two live?” Without even taking a moment to think about it, Bruce replies, “In Jenny’s room. It’s bigger than mine and we can both fit there nicely.”

Mr. Smith says with a huge grin, “Okay, then how will you live? You’re
not old enough to get a job. You’ll need to support Jenny.”

Again, Bruce instantly replies, “Our allowance, Jenny makes five bucks a week. And I make 10 bucks a week. That’s about 60 bucks a month, So that should do us just fine.”

Mr. Smith is impressed Bruce has put so much thought into this. “Well Bruce, It seems like you have everything figured out. I just have one more question. What will you do if the two of you should have little children of your own?”

Bruce just shrugs his shoulders and says, “Well, we’ve been lucky so
far.”

Mr.​ Johnson no longer thinks the little shit is adorable.

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