In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Little Known Facts

We worked in a tourist bureau today, replacing some pipe that was damaged by a half asleep, derelict truck driver that should learn to drive  had a difficult time negotiating a half acre of open parking turn into the parking area.

It was an interesting day. Tourists were everywhere; snapping photos of family members standing in front of the huge galvanized steel star in the front. What really caught my attention was a sign in a grass area with these words: "Pet Rest Area", which is a euphemistic way of stating your pet can crap anywhere they want.

So, if you've ever wondered on how friendly Texas really is, remember you only have to get a few thousand feet inside the border and there's an open area where your pet can take a dump without anyone getting angry.

You're welcome. Buy some gas. It helps pay for this kindness.


  1. What I like are the rest areas on US287 around Quanah that warn people to watch out for rattlers.

  2. The tourist bureau/rest area I was at has walkways that extend into the adjacent swamp, which has alligators, cotton mouths and many other unpleasant critters.

  3. I beg your pardon. My furchild does not take a crap. He gently lowers a magnificent memory of himself.

    Besides, we pick it up.

  4. Well, he must be low to the ground to gently drop a memory. As far as those I observed, the memory remained.