redeyevision

I had to think hard what my username was to get on here and that's a sad statement.

When one skips writing for a whole month, one should really have his blogger license revoked. But that's all water under the uterus, as my dad used to say. I think he meant that the baby was born and you can't take him back, a hard lesson I'm learning these days.

But really, I can't complain too much.

Currently, we're enjoying what my grandparents would call Indian Summer as it was a toasty 70 degrees here in the Ohio Valley.

Now, people get crazy on these warm days. They break out sweat and running gear as if they can't miss a day of jogging. But a quick glance of their form, function and pace reveals they haven't done this since last year.

Then again, in a few days we'll all be sitting on the couch for a few months complaining about the endless gray, cold background.

Not me. I won't miss the yard work and it's a good excuse to watch more movies and hibernate.

But for now, I'm stuck in the little room above the garage and the thermometer reads 75 which feels like 90 with the adjusted family index.

Downstairs my wife is hosting bunco and I'm hoping she'll let me make out with one of the girls later as some kind of belated birthday present, but Vegas would tell me I have better chances at changing a few diapers before I put the finishing touches on this autumn Thursday evening.

I know which one I'd choose already too. The one rumored to have done a short experimental stint as a stripper.

Give me a line-up of girls and I can sniff out the stripper. A lot of guys can.

I knew it when she came through the door. No, she wasn't well-endowed and I barely looked at her body. Will swear too it.

My wife was standing close by.

I could tell she was the one just by the look in her eye. No doubt.

It's kind of a piercing look, you could say it lingers a bit too. Like the eyes have permaneantly adjusted to peering across smoky rooms.

Or something like that.

But seriously, I've enjoyed the kids tonight as I always do. It's genuine moment after highlight upon highlight.

And Shredder enjoyed all the exuberant attention from the girls. I'm already jealous of the rascal.

I must do this writing-blogging thing again real soon. It feels good to punch out a few sentences on the keyboard. Shredder did his thing to our laptop, so typing was painful the last month.

Now I've got to figure out how to keep him off the back-up without having to hide it all the time, or I'll go another month without blogging.

Oh, I've got great news! I've come up with a holiday alcoholic beverage. No, I rarely drink, but this year will be special.

I already know the ingredients and have a name for it as well. It's just going to come down to tweaking the right proportions and then you will have to try at home.

Great! Success!