Happy BD Sneedlet

Notes of congratulations continue to pour in to the MerleSneed blog from around the globe. Well wishes have come in from all the continents, with the exception of South America, Africa, Europe, Asia and Antartica. It seems my triumph over Circuit City has struck a cord. Those weighing in thus far include Brad and Angelina, despite my admonition to them yesterday, they are emphatic that there are no hard feelings, Jen and Vince, The Donald, both Hiltons, several Jacksons and spokespersons for all the living presidents, plus Nancy. There is even talk around Washington of creating a MerleSneed commemorative postage stamp. I am humbled. Of course, someone called my cell and belched "rock on" into my ear. That Brittany is a hoot. I am not able to disclose the details yet, but reportedly a prominent Hollywood sex kitten is contemplating a "Merle Rules" tattoo on her butt. That would be something. But enough about me. The guy in the picture is some 60ish fitness freak, who finds it necessary to strut around San Diego in his workout clothes so that the public can be impressed by his manliness. At this moment he was proving that white men can't dance, despite his belief to the contrary. The fact that he was dancing alone speaks volumes. Today is Sneedlet's birthday. He is three. Daughter Sneed is throwing a gala at her home to mark the occasion. Fun will be had by all and yours truly will gorge himself on green corn tamales. I can't wait. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it. Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor