Playing blog hooky......

What I should be doing, or, what I planned on doing today was continuing our recent adventure to the City of Angel's. Funny it's called that since it's probably the last place an angel would care to tread. Second thought, maybe L.A. rather than Montana.

I'm not going to write. Today I'm playing blog hooky, which is much different than blog hockey.

Blog hooky is a planned absence from what is called, The Blog. It is played alone.

Blog hockey is played by non Americans, five per side. The players must have at least three missing teeth each. It is played on a frozen blog, always in the winter months. However, the playoffs, or championship contests may be indoors in June. The winner is the team that gets the puck in the net most often. The puck is a small gnome like creature that sits on a garbage can lid and slides across the frozen blog. A large stick is used by the missing teeth men to push, shove, or pull the puck into a net (not to be confused with the ex-Mousekeeter). A game is usually an hour of play but can last a month or more.

The team with the most net pucks wins. They then get to kiss a large, old, cup.

For further instructions and information please send $5 dollars and a SASE to my home address.

Again Jill is sitting here licking my hand and making it difficult to type.

About now, if you are still reading this, you may be asking yourself why. Or you may be asking yourself why I'm still writing when I wrote I wouldn't be. Or maybe not.

I always write at a certain time of day and I'm quickly approaching my deadline. I didn't think I could do the L.A. arrival justice. I overslept and woke knowing I had to get a hair cut this morning. Wayne's Barber Shop opens at 9:30 A.M. which is about when I got there. Someone getting a semi Mohawk (I guess that's what you would call spiky in the center with short hair on the sides) was already in the chair.

I hate getting my haircut, still. I know it has something to do with Irving the Barber but that's for another day and another time. I wonder if the kids who had doctor fathers hate getting check ups?

We have a couple of dry erase boards on the fridge. They are great for leaving messages or jotting down needed, like milk, things. This morning Wanda left me a note, "Sorry I left U Such A Mess." The mess was a few dishes and a pot in the sink.

Wanda starts work at eight. She likes to be there a little early to get everything ready for the first patient. Wanda has her alarm set for 4:30 AM and that's when she gets out of bed, no snooze for her. She gives the 4 inside cats each a pouch of food in four separate dishes. She feeds Sparky Lee the backyard cat and Fritz and Silvia in front. Silvia decided she wants to eat outside. Wanda cleans four cat boxes and makes sure everyone has fresh water. She takes bird seed out to the garden feeders. She may, or may not, need to iron something for work. She works out for thirty minutes, showers, eats, dresses and leaves for the office.

And she leaves me a message, "Sorry I Left U Such A Mess."

As for me.....I make coffee. I write something for the blog.....damn, there must be something else I do everyday? Oh yes, I eat....and, does napping count?