It Only Hurts When I Blog

Greetings, Bloggy TGIFers!

I can't believe it's Friday already - not that I'm complaining about it.

You know what to do - march in a circle chanting 'Fri-day! Fri-day! Fri-day!'

I have my delicious, foame' latte' by my side that Charlie made for me this morning, the world is back to normal.

I have two deadlines today, so I'd better have my head on straight this morning.

Charlie has a doctors appointment (ah, the life of a retiree - hunting, fishing, and doctor visits) to go to, and I need to stop at the grocery store after work.

Tomorrow we are going to a fish fry/cookout with Charlie's old fishing bunch. They would rent cabins and go fishing on Kentucky Lake twice a year, spring and fall. They are older now, and stopped going a couple of years ago.

My favorite story about the fishing bunch getting older is this... Charlie said they used to get up at the crack of dawn, eat huge breakfasts at the lake, and spend all day fishing and drinking beer.

As they got older, they got up later, ate less-greasy breakfasts, and they each grabbed a roll of Rolaids at the cash register instead of beer on their way to the boat.

The proprietor asked, alarmed 'Was there anything wrong with the breakfast this morning?' They all said 'No! It's just old-fart syndrome!'

TTFN, have a nice Friday and a nice weekend!