My next day

Yes, in reference to my post yesterday, today is the next day, but it is only starting – slowly.

People at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse are not bustling around; they are tucked away in various corners sleeping off yesterday. I was away and I believe they played and told knock-knock jokes that left them gasping for breath between guffaws. You know, some of their oldies:

Knock-Knock

Who’s there?

Ann

Ann Who?

Ann the Dog.

I know . . . it’s not funny. That’s why it’s so funny. Maybe that is why; maybe it is because Summer was three at the time.  Oh, my sides, they ache from the laughing.

Did I just write that? Well, I guess it’s going to be one of THOSE days. Wocka-Wocka. Gosh, I miss Fozzy Bear.

UPDATE #1.

Augh, I thought “oh what the heck”  – just like that, no punctuation or anything – and flopped down and pulled a blanket over me and snoozed. So now I am having a second getting-up. Maybe I wouldn’t do this if I had a burlap blankie; however, burlap doesn’t come with satin feelers so I can’t bring myself to try it. Of course, we could sew a nice liner on the burlap and add a feeler . . . which somehow would defeat the purpose, but would no doubt be a conversation piece.

Even my cafe & roadhouse friends are up and about . . . maybe they are thinking of holding a smelling-salt foldover under my nose.

UPDATE #1.6

Well, I looked at the camera – didn’t have to get up to do it. I’m going to have to check the color setting and whatever – maybe we were taking pictures on the wrong focus choice, but anyway, here are four people from Der Bingle’s early birthday gathering.

Cameron with stuff in the background. I think he dieting and conditioning program are going well.

Colin and his mother.

And, of course, our dear Summer.