It's Friday and ... let's be honest ... everyone's excited about the weekend and nobody reads whatever it is I'm compelled to write.I don't blame you.
Hell ... half the time I don't read what I write!
So here's what I'm thinking ...
It's like the guy who got fired from his job at the Orange Juice Factory ... he couldn't concentrate.
Or spotting a blind guy on a Nude Beach ... it's not hard.
Or making love in an elevator ... it's wrong on so many levels.
But I can think about things I want to think about without worrying anybody reads this stuff Fridays ...
Like, when Sarah's naked in the bathroom it's not just the shower that's turned on.
Why do they cotton swab a guy's arm before giving him a lethal injection?
Why isn't there mouse flavored Cat Food?
Why is the third hand on a watch called a second hand?
Why is it that Doctor's call what they do "practice"?
At our House these are the burning questions ...
Why does an alarm clock go off when it turns on ... or in my wife's case ... why doesn't an alarm clock go off when it's on?
If the Tybee Island Police Department is on their way to save someone ... and runs over somebody else going Bat shit speed down Butler Avenue ... do they stop to help them?
Or ... when an island cop asks, "Mind if I search your vehicle?" and you say, "Of course!" ... and the cop replies, "Of course I can or of course you mind?" ... and regardless of the answer you will be ticketed.
Or ... as our daughter asks, "Is there a spell to become a Mermaid that actually works?"
Or ... if I eat myself will I twice as big or completely disappear?
Which makes me wonder what's for dinner tonight?
Well, I hope this is helpful for whoever happens to read it on a Friday.
And remember kids ... there's no such thing as a stupid question.
Just ask anybody.
Except a Tybee Cop.
