I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
Son, beating himself in the head with his eyes closed trying to rack his brain for something he needs to tell me: "Oh crap"
Me: "Something important?"
Son (frustrated): "UGH! I don't know!"
ME: "Is my uncle in the hospital again?" (because one of the last times he did this, my uncle WAS in the hospital and he forgot to tell me)
Son (light switch on): "Focusin, The Simpsons, Bart, Fart, Cart, Winn Dixie!" (if you don't watch The Simpsons 'Focusin' is what the Dr. prescribed to help calm Bart down, it made him go nuts drive a tank through town, wear aluminum on his head .. good times good times)
Nothing like a game of weird word association with yourself to bring you to your point.
His was, "If you know your SS# at Winn Dixie (a local southern grocery store) they will cash a check for you"
I don't know how "The Boy" makes it through the day sometimes. Hell, he doesn't have his SS# memorized