First the phone rings....

Yep, my phone rang, so I answered it. I said, "Hello." The person on the other end of the line said this..."You jerk, you jinxed me!" Yep, no...hello, no...how are you doing. Oh and for the record, I didn't jinx her. How do I know this? It wasn't my idea to begin with...it was hers. Yes, my Cousin jinxed herself and tried to blame it on me. What is this world coming to! lol.

You can pay for you meal with your Blood Donor Card!

You can try to. My Cousin Cindy's daughter Danielle told me a very interesting story a minute ago and since I have not read this on their blogs, I snitched it. It seems that they ordered food at the Hardee's drive thru. Cindy pulled up to the window, and handed the cashier her red Donor card. She got a little embarrassed when it was handed back to her and after digging out her red Debit card, she dropped it on the ground and had to get out of the car to retrieve it. It was an honest mistake...the cards are the same color after all, same size as well. I'm just glad I didn't do it. I would pay good money to see the video surveillance camera footage of that event...I'm sure Cindy's face was priceless and I bet Danielle was in stitches!

Don't Cry Cousin Cindy!

Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a state somewhere in the center of a great nation, lived a little girl who was very unhappy. It wasn't because she was turning 40....nope, because she turned the big FORTY today.

Hopefully she won't be crying. After all, she doesn't look 40. Who knows, maybe I won't be able to say that after her big birthday party this Saturday. You know, when you tie one on like she's going to do ...well, it takes a few years off.

I wish I could be there to help you Celebrate, Cindy! If only to make you stress out the whole time. Yes, I would have planned a big prank for you, but that is hard to do via long distance. Sometimes you can't rely on other people to do your dirty work for you. Boy, oh boy, you sure got lucky, didn't you!

My Cousin Cindy's Dog

I don't care what Cindy thinks...Bella is a viscous dog. Harmless, huh. I don't think so. That's no chicken leg she is hauling around the house. I'm going to call her Killer from now on. She'd sooner eat you than look at you. Poor Dani, she was right handed too. I think its going to leave a mark. First Bella...I mean Killer, chewed off most of the finger nail polish that Dani was wearing and then she pounced. She grabbed Dani's thumb for a little innocent thumb wrestling and the next thing we know, its Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom in Kansas. ( Did I just give away my age? ) OK, I meant it was The Nature Channel.

See, this is what happens when I am bored and my Cousin sends me pictures of her dog being frisky. I copy it to Paint and get funky with it. Bella is a wild dog, but only when she is trying to get a stuffed animal or a ball out of your control. She's actually very tame. I just thought it would make Dani and Cindy laugh. I don't know about you, but she scares me a little in that picture.

Here is the original picture for reference:Yep, I'm good!