If ducks had arms...

Many many moons ago the inside door handle broke on my car and I had to roll down the window (almost Dukes of Hazard style) to get out of my car. After awhile of doing this, my window started having problems and it wouldn't roll up all the way. It would roll up partially and then I would have to wait a few minutes to roll it up a bit more and then a bit more until it was completely rolled up. I eventually got the handle fixed and at the time didn't want to spend the big money for them to fix the window. Months have gone by without my giving much thought to the window. I suppose I haven't rolled it down much, until this week.

After getting gas, I drove up to the drive-through car wash and rolled down my driver side window to punch in the secret code. I rolled up the window and drove forward as instructed. I enjoy the car wash; with the sprays and the lights that flash and the beating sound on the car as the water hits it. It is a lot of kicks. I hadn't noticed that the window didn't roll up all the way and that a crack remained. As I watched the approaching spray of the pre-rinse cycle ascend upon my car I was shocked as cold water came shooting through the crack. I grabbed for the window button and pulled up to see the crack get only minutely smaller. I couldn't pull forward or back up, so I grabbed some napkins from my glove box and tried to enjoy my second shower that day. I had paid extra for the tri-foam and wax coat. Now my left arm has a "Richard Simmons" shine and water rolls off of it like I'm a duck.

Brain Power

You recall that it is July.

And it was 7/11 a few days ago.

So in my hunt for slurpees I kept thinking about 7-eleven and their slogan, "Thank Heaven".

That made me sing that song "Thank heaven for little girls", which reminded me of the movie "My Father the Hero".

Now I can't get it off of my mind.

I really want to watch this.

It came out in 1994 and has a witty yet disturbing plot: A teenage girl on vacation in the Bahamas with her divorced father tries to impress a potential boyfriend by saying that her father is actually her lover.

Gross sounding, but I remember liking it.

What the heck, Brain? Like the need for a drug, I can't get it out of my head and I don't think I can continue life without watching this soon...

Its Joo-ly!

July is full of celebrations of freedom. I am not just talking about Independence Day, I am also talking about July 11th. 7/11 means free Slurpees at 7-Eleven. Apparently too many of you know it because I tried to hit up 2 different 7-Elevens today and was turned away, parched. Both has signs on the door that they had run out of 7.11 oz cups.

Dear 7-Eleven,

You should run out of Slurpee before you run out of cups.

Signed,
A disgruntled non-customer who didn't get their free slurp of Slurpee


Jerks!