Attention K-Mart Shoppers. We have a little lost boy in Hardware that answers to Sky-Dad, and he seems to have wet himself.
What the hell has happened to me lately (or not so lately if you have known me for awhile)? I used to kind of have my shit together, fairly intelligent guy who knew a little about a lot of things and a lot about a few things. But now? You be the judge...
I had to take my car in for service to get the fan in the heater fixed. It was making this loud screeching sound for the past, oh, lets just say couple of years. My appointment was for today, but it didn't work out dropping the car off this morning with everything going on. So, I took it over to the mechanic last night and dropped it off. Yeah me for being so on top of it and working around the busy morning issue.
I had planned on going to the gym and working out early at 0-dark thirty this morning, so last night Kathy told me that I should back the van out of the garage for the morning.
Why, I ask?
She looks at me like I am an idiot, and tells me "You don't want to wake up Skyler in the morning". I responded much our dogs do to me when I am discussing good behavior with them, and cocked my head to the side. Kathy continues, "You won't have your car tomorrow, remember"?
Ah yes, of course I remember! I just dropped it off there at the mechanics an hour and a half ago, and this great looking women picked me up to give me a ride home! (see what I did right there, throwing in a compliment to throw her off her game).
Completely taken by my compliment she shakes her head and mumbles something about idiot under her breath, at least I think she mumbled, my hearing is going the way of my short-term memory...
This morning after returning from the gym, and helping get Skyler all ready for heading out to Red Rocks, I finish loading him in the van and the dogs are doing their normal jumping around-oh boy, oh boy, it's walkies time thing. I tell them calm down, we will go to the dog park in a minute. Kathy informs me, "No, you will have to walk them in the field at the end of the street".
Cue my cocked head appearance...
She then reminds me, "Remember? You don't have your car"?
Oh sure I do, no worries, we like the field down the street, don't we guys? Yes and we are so cute, yes we are and we have fun don't we? (pets dogs and rubs bellies)
Kathy pulls out and leaves after further questioning of my sanity, and I grab my jacket and the leashes and we head out the door. The dogs bolt down the driveway and head right to the curb where the car is usually parked (thanks pooches). Then Yordi the Newfy mix runs back up the driveway and attempts to tell me the car has been stolen. Montana the Chocolate Lab is sitting at the curb right where the back door of the car is, I guess waiting for me to let her into the invisible car.
So there you have it gentle readers. Sky-Dad's brain power has been reduced to a level that is someplace between and old Chocolate Lab, and a young Newfy mix!
Should I go and gt fitted for Depends now, or just wait for my first accident in the grocery store as I am lost wandering around looking for the milk?
