Don't think I ever posted this.
I did it for the sketch challenge at www.just4keeps.com
It was actually a contest to get in their newsletter for November.
Well, I was picked.
Woohoo!
That site is pretty cool & the girlers are all great.

Today is it.
My last official workday home.
I start my new job on Monday.
Must have passed the drug test....see I thought all those drugs I did in the 60's would have shown up.
What?
I wasn't born til 70?
Hmm....guess that's why I passed! BAAHAAHAA (it's early & I am easily amusing myself)

I need to go Christmas shopping today.
Actually to the Berlin Farmers Market. This place is, how does one say, unique. You can get everything from used crap to brand new, toys will break in an hour, crap.
They have a nice butcher shop.
They have an even more awesome sports shop. It sells all the NFL crap.
So I am going to go get the boys, the nephew & Bobby some stuff. It's all the stuff I would buy online but at least here I'm not paying shipping...altho. I guess it balances out.

Oh!
I have to tell you about the Nun.
Last night were went to Applebees for dindin with my dad.
So I see Cheeks start to smile & along come a Nun who talks to him for a minute & sits down directly behind us on the other side of the aisle (that is aisle like walkway....it is not spelled isle, as in something found in water...BIG PET PEEVE PEOPLE! Learn the diff!) I digress.
So she's sitting.
And Cheeks just wouldn't stop staring.
We all tried to distract him but it just wasn't working.
Well we finally thought we had him distracted so we were eating when I noticed he was staring again.
This was going on for about 20 mins.
Before I had a chance to do anything or before the Nun even realized he was doing it again, he stared at her & started sobbing & then clung to me. I mean he wouldn't let go & had tears streaming down his face.
She was flabbergasted & I was mortified.
I apologized & she said she understood but couldn't figure out why.
I told her it may be the habit.
She wasn't dressed like Sally Field.
Just plain ole run of the mill, modern nun.
I think the habit came to her shoulders & was tasteful. She was, afterall, 75 or so.
Everytime he looked at her, he could cry.
He eventually stopped when I shoved ice cream in his mouth but isn't that weird?
Poor kid.
Now he will be afraid of Nuns.
Guess it pays we aren't Catholic!

Well I must go wake Sleeping Beauty so she can keep an eye on Cheeks so I can shower.

Woops out!