I wrote about a dozen blog posts in my head this weekend. And they were great. Oscar-worthy. Or pulitzer. Or whatever it is blogs get.
But now? Can’t remember a damn thing. Don’t know where they went off to.
So sorry.
For Genuine
A vacationing penguin is driving through Arizona when he notices the oil-pressure light is on. He gets out to look and sees oil dripping out of the motor. He drives to the nearest town and stops at the first gas station. After dropping the car off, the penguin decides to take a walk around town.
He sees an ice cream shop and, being a penguin in Arizona, decides that something cold would really hit the spot. He gets a big cone with a double-scoop of vanilla ice cream and sits down to eat, but having no hands he is forced to make a real mess trying to eat with his little flippers.
After finishing his ice cream, he goes to the gas station and asks the mechanic if he’s found the problem. The mechanic looks up and says, “It looks like you blew a seal.”
“No, no, it’s just ice cream.”
On a happier note
Heee, can’t leave that freakin’ post about the guy three doors down that has been convicted of having sex with teen boys. Nope.
So here’s some happier stuff: my car is back in the shop, my car has a blown head gasket, my car insists on at least $1,000 to get back on the road, and blue book value on my car is about $1,200, but only if it’s in good mechanical condition.
Shoot me now.
Oh, and before I forget, Happy Mothers Day everyone! And, you mothers know who I’m talking about.