Cry

I do think that sometimes making someone cry is a good thing. A great thing even.

Reminding her that the world is so much better with her in it, yeah that can do it.
Making her feel as beautiful as she deserves to feel.
Thanking her for being her and telling her that without her, the word "great" could not be defined. I think that can do it.
Telling her that there isn't an hour of the day that goes by that she isn't thought of, and then somehow proving it.

I want to make someone cry like that.

Movies

I changed my cable package recently. I decided to try some of the movie channels.

I miss the days when "HBO" meant "Home Box Office" and HBO showed movies. Hit movies. Hit movies with titles that I actually heard of. And not "Hellboy", over and over again. Or the sequel.

And "Showtime" is even worse. They haven't had a hit movie air in years.

Thank God for Netflix.

The Rental

Rental cars are a bad thing. Most times, they're better than the car we normally drive. They have all the gadgets and toys, they smell good and for some reason they always get great gas mileage.

This leads to awful behavior. We're mean to our own car after we drop off the rental and go back home. We say bad things to our vehicle, telling it how much better the "other" car was, comparing features, mileage and smells.

We do that to our cars and then we get mad when they break down.

It's just wrong.

Stole This...

Me? Behave? Seriously...
As a child I saw Tarzan strolling naked.
Cinderella arrived home after midnight.

Pinocchio told lies.
Aladdin was a thief.
Batman drove over 200 miles an hour.
Snow White lived in a house with 7 men.
Popeye smoked a pipe and had many tattoos,
and in later years, Pac-Man ran with digital music eating pills that enhanced his performance.
The fault is not mine!

In A Day?

So yeah, this was the kind of day I had here.

First off, I baked a cake, from scratch. Flour, eggs, baking powder, milk, sugar. Only I forgot the sugar. Know what you get when you bake a cake from scratch, but without the sugar? You get really lousy bread, is what you get.

Then some kid I don't even know goes upstairs, uses the bathroom. Next thing, I hear running around up there, and then water starts cascading through the ceiling. Whatever went on in that bathroom, well the toilet clogged and overflowed. That's enough about that. I'll be burning my socks.

Oh and I got this bright idea. I had a dark blue shirt. When I was doing the laundry, I must have splashed bleach on  the shirt. Now I had a dark blue shirt with white sprinkles. I figured I might as well go on ahead and bleach the whole shirt. Into the washer went the shirt with a lot of Clorox. Soaked it, rinsed it.

How in God's name does a blue shirt bleach out and become pink? Yes, my shirt is pink. Looks like the frosting on my bread.

That's it for now.