Ryme

What’s the word? I’ll tell ya in rhyme:

My butt’s dragging,
My legs are tired,
Dogs are barkin,
My date’s expired,

My tank is empty,
I’m outta gas,
My back is aching
And I’ve kicked my ass.

But then again, isn’t that what the Labor Day weekend is all about? It’s the late summer equivalent of a spring clean. It’s that one last weekend to get what items you can off the honey-do list before the rains and the wind and the dark come home. The older boy starts kindergarten tomorrow; going back to the same teacher he had last year for pre-school. He’s ready, I’m ready, and for damn sure the cats are ready and could use the rest. Ike doesn’t start for another week yet so, so it’ll be one week of keeping him from being bored because his brother’s not there and then we’re all done.

This Saturday and Sunday I’ll be in the studio mixing down The Prairie Dogs upcoming CD. Dave will be there to help but I’m thinking that Michael won’t be able to make it. I’ll try to get at least one song up on the site as a teaser sometime soon. If all goes well, there could be CD’s for sale come early October.

Yesterday Sweetie and I bought a nice comfortable couch and an almost new air conditioner for 50 bucks at a garage sale. I turned around and sold our piece of crap Loveseat for 5 bucks at that same sale.

I’ll take pictures of the boys on their first days of school, but I won’t guarantee that they’ll turn out. Best I can do is tell you that if I like ‘em I’ll post ‘em.

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