yellowrosetx | Monday

Our phone service has gone stoopid. It's been out, more or less, since Sunday about 4 PM. We reported it to Embarq in person. Seems there's a major outage over here. It was supposed to be back on by 6 PM, no go. Maybe there's more than one break. The irony here is I was going to call the DPW downtown, today, to ask if the three exploding holes not to far from the house have been reported. I have no other words to describe them. It looks like underground sewage pipes ruptured and are trying to come to the surface. First it was one, then it was a second and now a third is popping up. Come to think of it, I wonder if that's part of the phone issue.

We did the usual Monday drill. Dry cleaning pick up, groceries, and library. Kevin got a haircut.

I picked up some Hershey's truffle and some post cards. You know where this is going, don't you? Especially if you live down South. I opened the bag of truffles and took out one. Husband says... "what none for me?" And he got himself one. We got home and yep... melted truffles. Not too big a deal IF they had stayed in their bag, but nooooooooooooo, I now have at least one chocolaty good post card. Alrrrrrrrrrrrighty then.

A little silliness and a youtube video behind the cut.

I'm not sure about anyone else, but I'm sure mistralwind will know the show the clips are from.
For those of you that don't, but think you've seen the actor, you might remember Michael Praed as Prince Michael of Moldavia on Dynasty.

And... here's the silliness!

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house. Mowing
the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever.
You are hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work
clothes on. You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, old
T-shirt with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis
shoes.

Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize
you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job.
Depending on your age you might do the following.

In your 20's: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry
your hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check
yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne
because you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while
standing in the checkout lane. You went to school with the pretty girl
running the register.

In your 30's: Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt.
Change shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash
your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got
it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute
girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to
school with.

In your 40's: Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long
enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different
shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost
empty so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check
yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy
young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel
weird thinking she is spicy.

In your 50's: Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt
off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to
get dirt in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you
swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The
cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think
you still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from your
buddy's bait shop and it says, "I Got Worms".

In your 60's: Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose
off the dog crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were
in your 50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the
hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you
don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.

In your 70's: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they
have your prescriptions ready too. D on't' even notice the dog crap on
your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you
remind her of her grandfather.

In your 80's: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now
you remember that you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and
wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out
loud and you think someone called out your name. The old lady that
greeted you at the front door went to school with you.