Jun 18, 2007

The Master Plan

I'm not sure that this picture will make sense, but the wet trail was left by our dog Lacey, who likes to sit in the fountain. Then she traipses all over with her wet body. You have to be careful letting her in. Son Sneed wants to get a dog door but I am not sure how we will keep her from making an unholy mess. (click to enlarge)


Mr. Randall Bing has at last unveiled his super plan to replace yours truly. It has two components. One, the work will be dumped upon the suckers left laboring at Tedious Systems. Those who thought that they were already working at full capacity were evidently mistaken. Part two involves yours truly writing down everything he knows about his job and giving it to Randall for distribution to the chumps left under his command. Sounds like a swell plan to me. How could it fail?

Randall will be out of town all this week, which is always a nice change of pace for the little folks. I plan on doing the very best job I can in his absence because he would expect no less.

Son Sneed evidently was at the Department of Motor Vehicles when the doors opened this morning. I received a call from him shortly after ten a.m. letting me know that he was in possession of his new license. Very nice.

Ched and I were exchanging some thoughts on dealing with painful holiday reminders. We share some heartache about Father's Day. She suggested that paying tribute to a lonely father would be a good way to overcome the bad memories. What a good idea.

As you know, I play golf with the Seafood King and Some Guy Named Bob. Bob is a widower who lives alone and the Seafood King involves Bob in many of his family celebrations. I don't think about how many lonely people there are in the world who would appreciate some attention, even if it was for the day.

Anyway, I am off to bowling this evening. Nine days left at work. Yipee.

Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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2 comments:

Kurt said...

I wish I had a wet dog!

Steve Reed said...

As the Beatles put it in one of their best songs, "All the lonely people, where do they all come from?"

I think Ched's idea is a great one.

The photo is hilarious! I bet that fountain feels great to a hot dog.