One minute you are fussing high and mightily about smirking teenagers in MAGA hats and the next you are free-falling into a bedbug rabbithole. That tends to be my lot in life, maybe that’s true for everyone. We can kvetch and kvetch and kvetch about whatever is going on in the news and polly-ticks but then real life reaches out and pulls us down out of whatever ivory tower we think we are in and we land with a big ka-whomp firmly on the ground. Go ask Alice. I think she’ll know.

So hey KW has Monday off this week. It’s MLK’s birthday observation and KW works for the online banking industry so it is a bank holiday. Sadly it is probably not a holiday for many government workers who are furloughed or working without pay. We’ve been there but not today. Today was a beautiful day if you can get past the fact that it started out at minus seven degrees. But the pavement is [largely] dry so let’s drive an hour or so north and take Fla Man out to lunch at Little Joe’s.

That was all cool and yes Andy Griffith was on for the duration that we were at Fla Man’s before lunch. The GG took Junior out to do his business and while he was gone I endured a few NSFW discussions. Something about fans in the bathroom and being a single guy P-ing and that is about as far as I will go with that.

Lunch was wonderful until the GG received a call. Long story short, bedbugs have been detected at Fla Man’s and fumigation is scheduled SOON. That’s as far as I will go with that.

A trip to Kroger taught us a few things. Certain OTC allergy drugs need to be purchased from the pharmacy with an ID. I mean, I know that there are certain OTC drugs that can be used to cook meth or whatever but I rarely buy OTC drugs so I had no clue. And then… Cigarettes? Or cigarillos or mini-cigars or whatever they are? Whatever they are, we had to ask how/where to buy them. The answer was register 15. In other words there was ONE cash register at which you can buy cigs these days. The cashier had to go somewhere to unlock them. I sorta had a clue it worked something like this but I think I have purchased maybe 2-3 packs of cigs in my life. I am a never smoker.

Then I had an episode back at the apartment where I walked into a room with a little pad with some dog poop on it. I can handle seeing dog poop in the “wild”. I could not handle this. I will leave you with the fact that the toilet was clean and I left it clean. If it hadn’t been, this unfortunate episode would’ve been a lot worse. I am a lot more tired tonight than I would’ve been after a day at Cubelandia.

Life is rarely dull and Fla Man is quite the character but he is *our* character, as I told our wonderful bartender, who, busy as she was at the time, indulgently listened to Fla Man’s stories about Fla and taking his dog to bars, etc.

G’night, KW

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