With my job, I drive around alot! So, I am sorry to say that it gives me plenty of time to think. I think of lots of things, but I forget to write them down. Then, if you and I are lucky, that little thought pops back up and I think, "I should blog that!"
So today I,
yes,
ME,
invented the
WORLD'S GREATEST PRACTICAL JOKE!
There is only one rule to this joke.
You must do this to someone you absolutely
DO NOT KNOW.
Only because, this joke is
SOOOO AWESOME
you will be tempted to brag.
I guarantee,
the person you prank
will talk about this for the rest of their lives!!
Okay, first, let me just say.... I DIDN'T DO IT!
Now that we have that out of the way, let's move on.
WOW!! The smoke around Denver is just, well, smokey! I can't even see the mountains!
Aside from it sucking from a homeowners point of view, where they just lost their house, belongings and sometimes their pets, it sucks for me too. Only because I am selfish and thoughtless to those suffering major losses. Because, why? You ask?
Because, without the mountains in my sights, I have no clue which direction I am heading. Oh, but use your GPS, you say. Well, phooey to that idea.
My GPS hates me and I swear, plots my demise constantly.
I want shortest route.
GPS heads me off a cliff.
I'm running behind to an appointment.
GPS takes me three miles out of my way.
I want to avoid a roadblock.
GPS sends me to a dead end.
Once, and I swear this is true. GPS asked me, "Are you in a building?"
NO YOU STUPID GPS!!! I'M RIGHT WHERE YOU DIRECTED ME!!!
GPS is a bitch!
On the plus side of the day, I have discovered the cure for hay fever and any nasal allergies.
But, first, I need a human guinea pig. Any volunteers?
I noticed that with the suggestion from Annie*s Granny, I did not smell any smoke. Because, if you recall, I had an issue with
and it was suggested that I use Vaseline to coat the interior of my nostril. Using, of course, Baby Gays!
I don't smell any smoke!!! Awesome!!!
Which led me to think, if you have allergies and you coat the interior of your nose, using a Baby Gay with Vaseline, the pollen and such would get stuck and no allergy attack for you!
I think I'm pretty clever. Let me know how it works out!
Ps. I now have my son, calling them Baby Gays! I'm soooo trendy!
First off, let me just say that I am not a regular drinker. Hell, the last beer I had was back in Hell and I have been here since Christmas.
That being said, over two weeks ago I bought a 12 pack of beer. I'm down to the last beer tonight.
I will go get out a cold can, I prefer bottle, I don't know why I bought cans. Hell, I really don't even have a fondness for beer. But hard liquor will make me want to open up a can of whoop ass.
Anywhoo... I will get out a cold can, drink half of it, go get another on as I know I will want it. Then I promptly forget that I have one open beer and now an unopened beer. That is how uninterested in beer I am.
The idea is soo much better than my execution. In both senses of the word.
Now remember that unopened beer? Well, who knew monkeys like beer? As soon as I set the can down, monkeys swarm it.
Fortunately, as stated earlier this is my last can.
PS. No monkeys were allowed to drive after the making of this post.
I did go back and assess the damage.
I had to go back and see if I needed to run over it again.
I was on the final dirt road going to my home.
I saw it and thought "How cool!"
Then I ran it over.
I truly did NOT want to run over it. But given my rate of speed and the fact that there was an oncoming car, I squished it.
I was still thinking "How cool!" Then it dawned on me. I ran over it.
I turned around and went back, to see if I needed to put it out of it's misery. But fortunately, I got it's head the first time. It would have been tough to line up the tires for a second pass.
That's why I thought, "Oh cool!"
I had never seen a rattlesnake in it's natural environment. Also, I was safely tucked away in my truck. That's the best way to view a rattlesnake, in my humble opinion.
Don't be fooled by the triangular head. This baby is nonvenomous, the non elliptical pupils give it away. It's a bullsnake.
I had seen one dead on my road a few weeks ago and looked it up. It eats small rodents like mice. So, it is my hero.
I feel badly that I killed it. And I will be certain to watch for them in the future.
Rest in peace, bullsnake. I suspect you will be a coyote's dinner tonight.