Elvis came with gifts

Bored silly.

So I will lay here and tell a big tale.

Stretch the truth.

Bend your ear.

Woke up to the sound of bells.Someone walking into the room.With bells as they say on their white zip up go go boots.

It was Elvis.He came with gifts.Fried bacon and peanut butter sandwiches.A big bottle of diet orange soda(yeah that's what it said on the label soda forgive me brethren Southerners for saying soda shoot me if I ever call a hose pipe God forbid a garden hose)to wash it down.Elvis was quiet not a big talker it seems.But he did serenade me with Via Las Vegas before he left in a pink 54 Caddy convertible.It was a nice visit.

Thank ya Elvis thank ya very much.

Come back anytime Elvis and bring more fried bacon and peanut butter sandwiches.

One day soon maybe if my heart is into it and there is nothing else to write about probably on a rainy night with the wind howling with thunder and lighting and Frankenstein has escaped I will tell the story about Little Richard when he visited Aunt Gladys in the hospital yes it seems to run in the family enough said bye now.

What's with that

Friends do you ever have one of those days?

Days when things and life just don't go as you like?

I think mine is starting out that way.

Opened my 2% milk carton on the wrong end to start things.Now why do they have only one end on milk cartons that you open.Don't make sense.

My face is blotched up today.I'm tired of answering people who ask what's wrong with your face.Why can't it be the bottom of my foot that does this instead of face.Who knows.

The menu said for lunch today it will be fried chicken breast sandwich.I always get baked chicken breast sandwich which I dislike so always on Saturday I order a hot dog.Just like last night I was expecting fried shrimp but no I got baked fish.Now what's with that?

Let me think for a minute hold on...is there any thing else I need to complain about before I run along?

Nope that should just about do it for now.

But the day is young check back later.