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Today was the end of my showbiz career. My last performance. My swan song. It was a small spoof of Star Trek performed for our church. I was "Doc" and the "voice of Scotty". We overplayed it to the hilt and it was very funny. We even had an "Alert" scene where the ship lurched from side to side and we did likewise. Lovely Wife wrote the script, made the costumes, made the set and directed. It was a tremendous amount of work for a once-off five minute skit--which is one of the reasons for my departure from the troupe. It was a good run while it lasted, but no more "trodding the boards" for this one.
Today, Lovely Wife and I made our first trip to SEMO to visit the Collegiate BoyHead. Actually, we went to bring him his car which was "in the shop" when he moved in. After throwing a multitude of buckeroonies at the thing, it runs like a gazelle. It was a pleasure driving it down to The Cape. I also had the opportunity to give it a thorough scrubbing prior to takeoff. I washed it, armor-alled it, vacuumed it, windexed it, gassed and oiled it and generally, treated it better that it's been treated in years. B.H. was appropriately thankful and appreciative.
Well, I haven't told you this before, but Lovely Daughter made the Varsity Tennis Team. And for good reason. She's a born competitor. Beneath all the glitz and glamour, she's a fighter...with guns. Today was her first doubles match and her team won easily. We look forward to many more such matches
A new chapter of BoyHead's life began today...the beginning of his college career. We moved him into the Dorm at Southeast Missouri State University (SEMO) today. He'll be rooming with one of his homeboys that he's known since 3rd grade. B.H. was brimming with excitement (can't you just see it on his face). For us; however, it was a bittersweet moment. Well, actually it was a bittersweet six hours as Lovely Wife made his bed, hung up his clothes, put his socks and underwear away and helped arrange his room. I actually thought she was gonna stay to tuck him in. Classes start on Monday the 21st. I expect great things from the BoyHead and I'm certain he'll deliver. We love you B.H.
...well, I'm really not sure how that one ends--except, it could be scary. This weekend we visited sister Kim and Major Nate and the tribe. It was an action packed weekend full of festivities and merriment. We had an excellent evening at Dave and Buster's, Major Nate cooked a herd of meat on his shiny, big-as-a-cadillac grill. Sister Kim made some coos coos that was legendary...and we shot guns. I'm not really much of a gun shooter, but I sure like sayin', "we ate meat and shot guns".
We went to Leavenworth to shoot skeet on the range and we were aided by the most patient range worker you'd ever care to meet. He even carefully explained the difference between trap and skeet (no, I won't bore you with it now). With Carl's instruction, we were all able to shoot successfully. Of course we didn't do the doubles or random shots--we kept it real easy. And for a bunch of neophytes, we weren't so bad. Needless to say, a good time was had by all.
They go to school together, they to to church together, they work together, they go to bible study together...now, they even dress like each other. Oh well, that's what best friends are for.
You wouldn't think a gal could go for 16 long years without a corn dog...would 'ya? Well, this girl has. Today, Lovely Daughter's Lovely Best Friend had her very first taste of the tubular meat product, encrusted with a sweet cornbread batter and then fried to perfection and presented on a stick. Known to us afficianados as "The Corn Dog". There are festivals devoted to this one-stick-wonder. There are important works of art dedicated to the beloved dog.The birth of the corn dog was important enough that the Chicago Tribune did a story on it's hometown and birth. And yet, this poor lass had been deprived of the cylindrical nirvana for 16 long years. Well...no more.