Blog Lite, Better taste, Less filling........

Well....the best laid plans....et cetera.

I had "planned" to pick up Cubs and go get a "smallish" Christmas Tree this afternoon and into the evening. Would have worked out well.......except......

Bigger's best buddy, the Way longhaired young fellow in the House decorating post, is out of school and in town for the Holidays. Poor kid lives in the Redneck Mecca of Southern California, the Meth Capital of the Left coast.....Lancaster.

Yuck. He loves it here in good old Newbury Park. Bigger wanted to "hang".

I began to nix the idea when my trusty phone "went off". A quick aside, my phone does not ring. It does not sing or play music. It quite simply "goes off". Yes, like BOOOM!! It makes me pay attention, as the BOOOMS become successively louder each time.

That's my special sound for the She-cub. It's fitting, because at her current age, it usually makes me want to dive for cover.

No disappointment this time.

"Daddy, my Jeep wooon't staart!"

Then the 17 year old "speed talk" starts....."I havta be atworkin an hourand I can'tbelate, andwhereareyou, and whydoes thishappen to meeee? Huurrry!!"

The battery was dead. It was a gloomy, rainy morning when she went to school. My detective instincts told me the story.

"Left the lights on, huh Scoot?"

"No I didn't, Daaadddyyy!" Jeezers......Zero to Sulky in point two five seconds....

Did I save her? Of course I did.
Was she appreciative that I had to change all the plans for the evening because she forgot to turn off the lights?

What do you think?

Her way of saying thank you was to tell me that, "I called you because you know how to take care of things. Mom wouldn't have known what to do........But she wouldn't have thought that I left the Lights on!"

Wollf can't win when it comes to the female of the species.
Oh well, some day.

Taking the Cubs down the hill. Hope you enjoyed Lil' Wolfie's Blog. He likes comments.

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That is all.

Wollf