That night when you have insomnia so you put on Ascot o’ the Day and drive to Walmart for no reason because you don’t need a darn thing so you prowl the aisles to find something to amuse you and you begin to feel like you’re just a loitering transient wearing an ascot and then you’re in the infant section and you remember you need to buy a gift for a baby shower and you’re you so of course you decide to give Butt Paste. 👶 Yeah. That night.
Knee-slappin’ Freeway-drivin’ With Mom
Bow Tie o’ the Day traveled south on I-15 with us, chauffeuring Mom. We sashayed along, then we saw two mutts in a truck bed ahead. Their ears flapped. Their fur blew. Suddenly, doggie “afternoon delight” ensued. We hoped Mom didn’t see. And then…Big Helen capped off the scene with perfect wit. She said, “Well, those two dogs just can’t wait until they get home, can they?” Yup, that’s my mother. Even though her mind has begun to delete some things, she can still access her file titled WIT. 🤣