December 7th

President Roosevelt called December 7th, 1941 a date which will live in infamy.

It has.

Stephen

What He Said

This is good. Sally forth and read, Laundering Money?

It will only take a second or two to read. Trust me, it's worth the effort.

Stephen

Bits and Pieces

First allow me to say thanks and welcome to my new friend and follower, MizzAnonymous. 'Mizz, I promise to always reply to your comments; it might take me a few hours or days, with time and work constraints, but I will reply. You are now among friends.

My days of late are long and not all that restful, please be patient with my single entries here on my humble little blog.

Our weather has turned hot - we should have a high of 80 today - just downright awful weather.

Here comes work, see 'ya later.

(35 minutes later)

Last weekend Sweet Wife and Little Bit came by my shop and spruced it up for Christmas. They hung a few lights on the windows, some glitter and a very small Christmas tree. Little Bit layered the tree with candy canes. Those candy canes are at least twelve years old, really. She wanted to try one and I said they've aged well but don't believe they'd taste good at all....she tried one. Spit, sputter, then - "Ah, Papa, that's awful."

One learns from their mistakes.

My friend, kymber, asked for pictures and as I promised I'd post one or two....here you are Sweet Lady...

See, I always keep my promises.

This morning as Little Bit and Me were having breakfast I again, notice I said again, tipped over my coffee. Those darn McDonald's coffee cups are top heavy. Fluted narrow from bottom to top...it needs a redesign. Heck of a way to begins ones day; wet hot 511's.

Anyway, it just tickled the heck out of Little Bit.

"Papa, you're just like a little kid, always spilling your sippy cup."

Giggles.

Then, "Watch me, Papa. See, you hold it at the bottom and tip the top forward. And, "Where's your straw?"

Takes after her grandmother...

 But, I love her.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

Good morning everyone. Little busy at the moment but wanted to give a shout out to my new follower, Tea4tooO. She's a grandparent like many of us. Seem's sweet to boot. Please, run over and say good morning.

I really must get back at it. Here's Little Bit ready for school play last night....

Stephen

Long Day Awaits

There is seldom rest for the weary. Today Sweet Wife has agreed to help yours truly clean and decorate my business for the holidays. Should only take a few hours, dust you know.

Afterwards our son has agreed to give us custody of Little Bit for the day. She has her school and church Christmas play this evening and Sweet Wife wants her to be cleaned and dressed properly for the occasion.

In other words - it will be a long day for me. Again.

I will make every effort to take a few pictures. No promises.

Excuse me while I run and clean my church carry piece...


Stephen

Trapped In Purgatory

I closed my business this afternoon and made my way home with the thought of a nice afternoon nap. Silly me. Sweet Wife had other plans.

I begged, said please at least six times, went the bent knee routine. Offered to give a back rub of any duration. Tried a bribe...nothing worked.

I was 'volunteered' as bodyguard for her shopping trip to the 'fancy' upscale mall well the hell and gone over yonder on the other side of the city. Shopping, just shoot me now. Then, she explained why she wanted me to ride shotgun. I changed my attitude and mind.

Seems last evening two local armed democritters jumped, beat and robbed a nice lady in the parking garage of the 'upscale' mall. She was airlifted to the hospital...and my Sweet Wife watched the local news coverage and even though she is licensed and has been trained by me refused to shop alone. I don't blame her...besides, now I had a chance to go hunting...could be fun.

No boogers approached us....I stood around, waited. Nada. She said, "Well, would you approach you."

So, I was trapped in Purgatory. All - darn - afternoon. My feet began to hurt. I complained as there was nothing, nothing at all to shoot. She bought me a lemonade.

I did sneak away for a moment and purchased her some boots for Christmas...some brand called 'Uggs.' Expensive little suckers.

Above, she's has me on a leash as she shops for Little Bit and Sport Model. I stood behind with her six covered.

You'd think the locals would at least come out and play....

Next time I'll call my friend Duke, maybe between the two of us we can scare up some fun.


Stephen

Long Nights

My nights of late are long. Sleep and I aren't friends these days. I refuse medication for a mere brief and light caress of sleep's momentary peace.

I type this as the clock moves a few seconds beyond five a.m., my second cup of coffee is bitter. I'll schedule this waste of words to post later this morning; my promise of a post - even one as sorry as this effort.

On a happier note my son took Little Bit to visit Santa. I was shocked. Needless to say Little Bit loved it. Here is a picture from his cell phone....not the best quality, but proof none the less.

Seems Santa makes rounds at local car shows.....

Cool here this morning. No wind of which to speak. I need to burn a few pounds of gun powder. Alas, another day at my little business.

I'll see you nice folks later this evening, God willing.

Take care.

Stephen