I awoke before the alarm (that never sounded) so I was ready for Church for once. I took Bandit outside just before I left, but I never arrived. Bandit, who has been kept on a leash for the past two weeks due to running off, slipped out of his collar. Can we say "harness?" It's the last step before I have him neutered--even though I believe neutering to be ineffective at this late date. He's almost ten. This is more of a learned behavior rather than raging hormones.
This afternoon I went on a quest for the "perfect gift. I found THREE!!
Only they were perfect for someone else.
While questing, I eavesdropped on the conversation of three cute little boys in the Hallmark store (okay, they were Soldiers--adult men, defenders of our country--but still boys at heart). I allowed their debate over the merits of Elton John. I am cognizant of the fact that not everyone shares my exquisite musical taste. However, two isles over, when they began debating which "Wizard of Oz" character didn't have a heart (one said the Scarecrow and another said it was the Lion), I could stand it no longer. I broke my silence with the following rant:
"No, no, no, no, no! The Scarecrow didn't have a brain. The Tin Man didn't have a heart. The 'cowardly' Lion didn't have courage....and Sir Elton John rules!!!!"
I got high-fives from all three of the cutie-pies.