Another Day in Paradise

The spousal unit had her medical conference today.  I made arrangements to do some "assembly technician" work at the local Home Depot.  With the Memorial Day holiday this Monday, I figured the local guy could use the help.  Turned out the store was mine all day.

An hour into my visit the forklift guys got busy and dropped 30 grills on me!  They must a thought I was some kinda specialist or something.  Before long I was knee deep in cardboard, Styrofoam, and fully assembled grills!  I was done, had disposed all the trash and had my completed paperwork in hand.  I had all my stuff loaded up ready when the late shift supervisor walked up.  She took a look at all the uncompleted grills, said to herself " what a mess" then turned to me and asked " are you just now getting Here"???  I took great pleasure in telling her "actually I'm on my way out the door, but I'll be back tomorrow".  The look on her face was priceless.

On my way back to the conference center, the spousal unit informed me that she was done at the conference and was headed to the beach.  Then she informed me what I needed to bring her:  sunglasses, beach chair and sunscreen.  Since she is paying for this leg of our trip, I of course said " yes ma'am".

As I made my way to the beach, I had to walk through the pool area.  I spotted this BIG OLE DUDE reclining near the pool.  It was obvious that he had been working on his tan for quite so me time.  For a minute I thought this guy had on a speedo.  Oh dear!  As I got closer, it was a "regular" jumbo sized set of trunks.  He was so big it LOOKED like a speedo!  Kid you not!

Beach was wonderful, water a bit rough.  The Spousal unit's coworker brought her twin grandsons.  They met two other boys and they went about playing body surfer dude.  The next thing you know, they have found a truck tire.  That tire has lived a tough life as they found 3 holes in the tread section.  We all went over all the possibilities of where it came from.

We made our dinner plans and picked Tacky Jacks.  GPS said it was .4 miles away.  That would be .4 miles across the Bay,and four miles to get there.  The waitress was a cute bleach blonde who, when asked, said she was from South Louisiana.  She was definitely not speaking coonass or Cajun!  Turns out she was from "southern Romania".  I've always said I love any women from the South, country don't matter.

Spousal unit wanted to " pass thru" the gift shop.  As we began making our way through the aisles, and older gentleman asks "are they taking care of you old man"?  I looked around to discover I was the only guy in there besides him.  We was talking to me!  He looked like he had at least 20 years on me and he was calling ME old!  That was my second insult of the day!

But hey, any day in paradise is a day in heaven for me!  Tomorrow we move on to Pensacola to see the Air Museum.  Been over 25 years since my last visit.  Can't wait!

Life is good, all the time.  Don't waste your life doing something you hate.  Show your appreciation to your spouse.  Spend time with your kids, they will appreciate it later.  And get off you ass and do something!  I've lost 15 pounds doing something that's fun and I get paid!