I’ve become a dingbat. This seems to coincide with turning 50. A coincidence? I don’t know. Dingbats can’t reason.
Although baffled about how the bypass still took me through downtown, I was extremely impressed that Mountain Home now has two Super Walmarts. Wow, Mountain Home is really growing!
My family hasn’t stopped laughing and talking about how I drove around and around the bypass, double counting the same Super Walmart. I attempted to explain myself, stuttering and stammering. I argued that a new Super Walmart had been built on the other end of town, near Gassville. Or maybe I really stopped in Flippin on the way in, instead of Mountain Home. You know all those little towns start to run together. (Ok I knew I wasn’t in Flippin….I was grasping…)
Me: When’s the last time you were in Gassville?
Checker: I live there.
Hey look kids, there’s Big Ben, and there’s Parliament… again. Clark Griswald – European Vacation
My 50 year old ponytails are much droopier… among other things |
I think you were in the Twilight Zone.
(Says the guy who is 3 years from his own 50th birthday.)
I think you were in the Twilight Zone.
(Says the guy who is a bit less than three years from his own 50th birthday.)
maybe so…
Is Kaa senile or has he been eating parrot seed? LOL! Your fifty year old pigtails are adorable.
I think Kaa’s computer was in the Twilight Zone.
Good one!
Sometimes things happen and there is no explanation. A few years ago I had a conference in Kansas City. It was a very grueling conference and I was so ready to be home and was dreading the long drive. I stopped at a huge mall to get gifts for my kids (I did that back then whenever I had to travel away from them)to let them know I missed them while I was away. After completing my purchases I returned to the parking lot to find that my vehicle had been stolen…and gone was my beautiful mink coat my husband had gotten me. I couldn’t believe it…I sit down in the middle of the side walk and cried like a baby….hands fisted…face red…mouth wide open….snot running…as people passed by on both sides of me pretending I wasn’t there. I finally pulling myself together after about fifteen minutes and went back inside the mall. As I was trying to find help I went through another set of doors and low and behold…there was my vehicle…..right where I had left it. I hate Kansas City…. Timmie Lynn