Trashy Tuesday - March Madness

I heard that for the past couple of weeks there has been some sort of basketball tournament.  I haven't really followed it that much but I did get into a pool.  I don't want to sound like a fanatic or something but apparently I won the pool.  My second entry came in 5th.  It was really quite a coup, 6 out of the top 7 places seemed to be Baileys of one sort or another.  I spent a total of about 2 minutes making my picks, no research or anything.  Using the same technique for the Mega Millions Lottery did not produce the same winning results.  Hmmm! guess I am not destined to be a multi-millionaire.

Also over last night was the marathon 24/7 entertaining of the pugs and the lab.  I got up this morning without a big lab tongue licking my face.  In fact in my early morning stupor I wandered around the house looking for the hound.  I even got his breakfast kibble out before I realized he wasn't here.  I can truthfully say, those dogs were REALLY glad to go home.  Their stay at Grandpa Bailey's Fitness Center and Spa was as exhausting for them as it was for us.  We believe in not crating the animals unless absolutely necessary so when it comes to the nighttime, I get the Lab and Sue, my current wife, gets the Pugs.  Not certain if that will remain the pattern in the future however.  Sue states that Max sleeps like a log all night.  Barney on the other hand is a nervous Nellie.  He is up 3 - 4 times a night having to go "outside".  Sue feels that since Barney sleeps between her legs (don't go there) around her knees, that when she moves it wakes up the Barney.

That reminds me, you have heard the question about why a dog loves to stick its head out the window of a car to get the air blowing in its face but when you blow in its face, they go nuts.  I experimented with Max and it seems to be true.  Moreover, it apparently applies to the other end too.  Barney spent considerable time in the solar tanning bed over the weekend.  He is very conscious of his tan and always takes advantage of the opportunity to enhance his tan.

You may notice that Barney really focuses on the upper half of his body, the torso area.  He really likes to emphasize his "six pack" abs and his picture perfect face. He feels why spent time down below when it will be covered up by this trunks.  Makes sense I guess.

Kinnick, the lab and I went down to our walking trail last week to try to get in a couple of miles.  It didn't work out that way but that is another story.  I drove up and parked the van.  As I was getting my iPod around, keys and etc., I noticed a couple walking each with a nice little dog.  Right in front of me the Mrs.' dog decided it was time for a #2.  Fine, the dog did its thing but the Mrs. didn't do her thing.  Instead off they go with the #2 just sitting there.  I know there are people who just don't give a #2 about cleaning up after their dog but she was way over the line here.  You see the dog did its #2 not more than 2 feet from the sign which states that you MUST clean up after your dog.  Heck, there are even bags right there to use in case you didn't bring your own.  Just how crass and inert can you be?  I almost jumped out to give a "what for" but these stupid Apple earplugs got tangled in my steering wheel.  I almost ripped my ears off.  Kinnick was right on top of my plight, literally with his tongue messaging my wounded ears.  Thanks Kinnick!

All of our special order parts came in to fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom.  We got an oak vanity, a mirror and cabinet with pecan finish.  Menard's was gracious enough to let us know it was in and they even loaded it into the van.  Getting it out of the van and into the house was on us.  My current wife with the back problem and I pulled, pushed, nudged and cursed but we got them into the house.  Shoot at one point I even used my toes.  That was where the cursing came in.  Once in the house, I decided I should go to Harbor Freight and buy a couple of those 4 wheel furniture moving dollies.  That will be a great help - next time.  I also picked up a baby air compressor only because J, the sound guy, has one.  Oh, by the way, the current wife has been dropping subtle hints about our toilet.  You know what that means - yep, gonna have to buy a new one.  Just watch and see.

It must be time to close this thing once again.  Oops, excuse me;  I almost choked on the French Roast. I just took a little breather to reflect if there was anything else I could share when the thought occurred to me that I believe the property tax payment was due before the end of March.  Crap, sure enough I am late with it.  What kind of penalty will I incur?  Doggone it anyway.  Well, I had best let you go about your business for today while I sit here sweating bullets over a late payment.  My next "Trashy Tuesday" blog may be from a cell.  I now know what they mean by "March Madness".  Isn't about basketball at all. Just sayin'.  Until then - TA!