Nothing has happend in weeks. Until today, when two things happend!

First, an old man was spotted in my front yard. "Wow!" you have probably just exclaimed, but wait! there is more. He was putting (as in golf, i.e. with a putter; not putting as in pudding) the shit of a bichon frise. It was a two putt into a white plastic bag. First frisbee golf....

Also, apparently worse than writing a check at the grocery store is letting a car warm up while someone is waiting for the spot. I was on the receiving end of the rage and found it amusing. It will be interesting to see what mixed bag of slander, insult and pure profanity I conjure next time I am waiting for someone.