This morning on my regular drive to the coffee house for my caffeine fix, (venti cafe latte, skim milk) I was behind this vehicle.
Unsolicited advice: Don't name your business anything that suggests that you are into bestiality. People are pretty dead set against you screwing their shih tzu.
Also seen yesterday, a business called "Greater Midwest Auto Plaza." See, I don't think you should call yourself an auto "plaza" if you have 7 cars parked on a grass lot with a mobile home as your office.
Living in O'Fallon Missouri, this blog practically writes itself.
On a recent evening, in a state of mild insobriety, Violet and I were discussing humorous euphemisms for poop.
In the 80's, my friend Tom Upton and I worked together at the Lake of the Ozarks and were pretty much joined at the hip. One of our favorite things to do was get drunk and invent euphemisms. I am unable to remember many, but one that always stuck with me was "coiled perfume snake."
The gin and tonic had taken its toll that evening with Violet, so I Googled it to see if it was indeed an original.
Coiled perfume snake
Yep. It appears several times, but all by me except once by my friend Ken Dillon, who got it from me.
The downside, it hasn't taken hold like I hoped.
Happiest of birthdays to my Mom! I love you so much. Happy 49th! (again)