For those that nag...

I’ve been gently reminded that “Monday, was 5 days ago, yo”.. and I want you nagging readers to know I’ve started about 4 posts since then. I just haven’t finished any of them. I seem to be having trouble holding a continuous thought these days, unless it’s work related, which is good for corporate America, but tends is leaving me feeling a bit scatter brained in every other part of my life. I’m choosing to blame it on the impending arrival of 3 girlfriends, 3 adult german shepherds and two german shepherd puppies. That’s a lot of feet in my quiet little house. Which reminds me, I need to buy more alcohol. Lots More.

I have to go out to pick up the stuff to make strawberry pie for a barbecue. As much as I like the hostess of this particular barbecue – the last time I agreed to go to a BBQ with her an 8 year old child sat herself down on the picnic bench next me and told me she had a secret. I won’t pretend to know what kind of secrets 8 year olds normally have, but I figured it would have more to do with veggie tales or power rangers and less to do with “my daddy likes you”.
Um.
What?
Imagine the rest of that evening, if you will. Awkward?
You betcha.

I’ve been promised, in writing even, that the trolling 8 year old and her father will not be in attendance.

As appropriate in the south, I feel the need to ask for an Amen.