This month's masthead was inspired by this song from The Boss. As much as I'd like to bare my Sylvia Plath side, Mr. Wild Dingo would be mortified if I went with my original idea theme, Paint it Black. Hang on, Internet, you'll understand in a minute.
Mr. Wild Dingo's nick name while in the Navy was "Scooter." I didn't know him in the Navy, and I never call him "Scooter," but when I hear Springsteen sing "Bad Scooter searching for his groove," I can bust a stitch laughing. You see, Mr. Wild Dingo likes to think of himself as totally bad ass. But I don't know how bad ass anyone can be when a certain Siberian Hussy has him wrapped around her pretty white paw.
Mr. Wild Dingo is about as bad ass as a basket of kittens.
I'll bet you may have noticed that posting has been a bit light lately. It's time to fess up a little. I've been sick most of the summer. O.K., all of the summer. "Ah-ha," you're thinking, "that explains last month's header!" These days I have just about enough in me to walk or bike the dogs and crash for long afternoon naps. Being sick is the single most reason why I taught the dogs to pull the bike. But seriously, if napping were an extreme sport, I could totally go pro by now. I contemplated it but couldn't figure out how rest days and recovery naps would figure into a training plan. It got all too confusing. So I napped on it.
I'd be happy to share more with you but let's face it Internet, nobody wants to hear about people's aches and pains. Y'all come here to be entertained. The only aches and pains you want to hear about are the ones inflicted on me by the cracker and the criminal. And boy, oh boy, I have about 187 post ideas on their latest shenanigans. They will have to keep until it doesn't take me a week to write one simple post, like this one.
But I wanted to tell you that I'm still here. I still love you readers----all twelve of you!
So stick around. I promise we'll find our groove and be back with lots of silly stories from the cracker and the criminal.
Searching for our Groove