Things finally started to return to normal around here. First of all, my parents got rid of that tree that was in our house. Thank God! It didn’t go far, however. My Dad pitched it out the front door and there it lies:
Now what? Is this our new compost site? How do we mow the lawn? Oh well, at least it’s out of the house. I just hope a bear doesn’t hibernate underneath it.
The next sign that things were getting back to normal happened at breakfast. My parents have been into this thing called “sausage”. I suspect it’s a highly salted protein designed to clog your arteries. This morning they returned to their normal routine of cooking bacon:
Bacon is a highly salted protein that is designed to make me extremely happy. But not as happy as if Michael Vick gets sacked a million times today by the Packers.
I love you!