Happy Tuesday to ya!

I have a slight problem that I didn't know about until this past weekend. A fuse went out in my car. I knew that something was wrong because the dashboard lights were out. But, since I don't really NEED them, I didn't care. They're handy, but I can drive without them. If I wanted to make sure that I wasn't speeding, I could just turn on the dome light and check the speedometer.

But then, my friend that came down to mow my lawn saw that the lights were out and decided to check other lights. My tail lights have been off the entire time as well. I've been driving around without any tail lights for a few weeks. I don't go out often at night, but I have done it a few times. I don't know why I didn't get pulled over, I don't usually have that kind of luck. Ordinarily I get pulled over as soon as ANYTHING goes wrong with my car.

Someone in the "Rotten Luck for Meg Team" is sleeping on the job. Maybe they were waiting for me to do something else wrong like speed a bit before they pulled me over so that they could throw the book at me. HA! I got them, I found out about the lights before they had a chance to get me.

Luckily, I can drive during the day but I'm not leaving my house anywhere near sundown. I'll be like a traditional Jewish person and everyday will be Friday.

By the way, if anybody out there knows anything about fixing car lights, come on over and I'll make you dinner! If you hurry, you can have some of that meat loaf that I made last night...there's plenty left. I pretty much finished the potatoes though. I could always make those onion rings! Just grab your box of car fixer stuff and head to Marietta.

Uh oh! Tonight is my pool league..I can't drive there so I guess I'll call the home bar and ask someone to come and get me. I may not be the sweetest person in the world, but I am the best player on my team so they WILL come and get me if they want to win. And...they DO like to win.

I'm still waiting for someone to come and tape me so that I can show off my sharp eye. A few weeks ago, I had asked someone who was watching us play if he could use his phone camera to tape me. Then, on my next turn, I ran 5 balls in. I looked at the dude who wasn't paying a bit of attention to me at all. I asked him if he got that and he hadn't, of course. The next time I was up, he was on the ready...but I missed the whole damn ball. THAT'S the kind of luck I have!

Today I have to go help at the church again. The women's group is cleaning it from top to bottom. For some reason, we thought it would take all weekend. I don't know who said that, but 3 women working together couldn't polish the pews in one weekend. I wanted to avoid that particular job so I volunteered to clean the kitchen. I finished that but I still have to polish wood because the other women didn't finish that job. I HATE polishing wood. But, I guess if it's Holy wood, I can deal with it. So, after I suck coffee and take a shower, I'll go exhaust myself and again and sweat all over again.

Well, the meat loaf is gone so I'll have to make something else for anyone who might come to my house to fix my car lights. I bought a few cans of dog food the other day to (hopefully) last until I got that check from the judge show. I had them in a bag with the cat food so I didn't notice that I ran out. Just a couple minutes ago, Payton was the only animal that hadn't been fed. (I feed the cats and fish twice a day, I feed Payton when he "tells" me to feed him.)

He stood there staring at me like he wanted something so I said, "Are you hungry?" He said, "RUUUUFFF!" That means "Yes." in Payton-speak so I had to feed him. I looked around and saw his giant box of kibble which he will not eat by itself. Then, I looked in the fridge and decided that Payton has been such a good doggie that I just gave him the meat loaf. I was worried that he wouldn't eat it but he did, even though I mixed kibble and a couple of scrambled eggs in it. To you and I, that would be pretty disgusting, but to Payton, it was a gourmet breakfast because he inhaled that mess in no time flat.

I read somewhere that boxers have particularly sensitive stomachs which explains Payton's hideous, foul and repugnant dog farts. I hope I'm still at the church when he farts a loaf-O-meat with onions in it. I sure as heck hope he doesn't start anytime soon, if I look down at the floor to the left of the chair I'm sitting in, this is what I see:




That could be dangerous, wouldn't you say?

I'll just have to finish this post and try to get away from Payton. It won't be easy, he seems to like me.

I'll be back in a minute. (I mean a "white" minute, not a "black" minute.)

OK, I'm back. I was going to tape a clip of me talking but once I got the camera set up, I couldn't think of anything to say. So, if you want to, you can ask me a question...any question, and I'll answer it on the camera.

:):):)