Let’s see how he does it

Zag’s day begins just like anyone else’s:

( what did you expect? )

On the way to work in his new Ford F-150 Super Crew Cab:

Work, work, work:

Smoke break, enjoying the sunshine:

( and yes, it is a Cuban. Zag only smokes Cubans.  Rolled on the thighs of plump Cuban women. )

Back home sharing some quality time with the Mrs:

I was at my girlfriend Jenny’s house enjoying a beautiful day of bright sunshine and moderate temperatures. Something that can only be fully appreciated by taking a long walk in the high-country through tall trees fully-dressed in their Autumn attire.  Or a nap.

Since we are rather short on high-country, tall trees, and autumn attire, I decided on a nap.

And man was it good.  The windows were open, a slight breeze was flowing and afternoon sun lit up the room.  Absolutely perfect.

Until I woke up, that is.

This is what I heard: Rolf, Rolf, Rolf.  Yip, Yip, Yip.  Whikka, Whikka, Whikka.

Over, and over, and over again.  Until I finally got up, having shed whatever balance bestowed to me during my nap, to check on the source of the calamity.

Leo, Jenny’s large, white, annoying, Great Perenese was inside, not taking his nap. Instead, he was barking at the little yippy dogs of the neighbor, who evidentially keeps a pack of small annoying yippy dogs in case they run out of food and need a quick snack or something ( why else would you keep small yippy dogs? ).

Jenny, on the other hand, was laying out the couch watching TV squeezing the new football that she got Leo to play with. The one he doesn’t like because the squeak is not right and it bothers him – generally making him behave and/or stop barking.  Which generally works, except for Sunday afternoons when I’m taking a nap and the little yippy dogs are outside enjoying the sunshine and keep calling Leo to come play the “Run up and down the fence barkingâ€? game.

A dark, foul mood enveloped me.  A perfectly wonderful afternoon and an excellent nap were totally wasted.  Only two things can fix a wasted nap – the second of which is margaritas.

So, leaving the barking, yipping, and squeaking at home, I bundled up the girl and off we went to our favorite cantina for some chips, salsa, and margaritas. And balance to my little corner of the universe was restored.

The End.

You’re happy to see the sun come up. 

I’m happy that I can see the sun come up.

With the windows down and an outside temperature of 96 degrees, I’m sure the A/C was out and that he wasn’t just going for a nice quiet ride in the country.

Wearing a faded baseball cap and smoking a Marlboro, the two-handed death grip he had on the wheel rather led me to believe that he was going to ride her down to the end – whenever and wherever that might be.

A man has the right to make a fool of himself.

Oh yeah!

is just another name for Love…

That’s right, you guys can talk over your computers; but I can’t get a new laptop.

What would happen if I go into the Makers Mark lounge and try to order a Jack and coke?