We made it. Sort of.

The week is almost over – Homer Simpson Whoo Hoo!- My G says I wish my life away but I don’t think so, just the work part. The ladies in the office were in a dreamy state of mind most the day. Talking about men and how grand life would be if they didn’t have to work for a living, maybe if their kids “wanted” to go to school and how nothing should be fattening. Late afternoon Jacks rolled up wanting to have a bite and a word or two with me about our Pops coming home for the weekend, he’s as excited about it as I am, not. After he left I heard a huge sigh in one corner “Now, that is a real man” my ears perked up and had to find out who she was talking about, “Who/What?” is all I said. She reddened and said that she was talking about Jacks. The ladies she was sitting with all giggled and I smiled and shook my head at her, “Mm Yeah, real man” I snorted and walked away. I was sure she was talking about my friend Chris, the last few nights we have gone out to either dinner or drinks making a total nuisance of ourselves at times. With the heat waves and drought as bad as it is, the lawn business is going crazy, maybe not cutting grass but the City is on a “Cut Back Tree Limbs Project” to get the limbs out of the way of power lines and utilities. Since the hurricane season seems to have picked up now its time to prepare.