My sister and I went out to eat tonight at the
Wagon Master, the local steak house. She had an 8 ounce
sirloin, baked sweet potato and side salad and I had my usual, a 8 ounce sirloin, 1/2 rack of ribs and side salad with a Dr Pepper. We had most of the meal in peace, until somebody's kid started screaming to beat the band. Time to leave. Put me anywhere in a restaurant, just not near a screaming kid! But that wasn't quite the end of it. We had just about gotten back home, still three miles out, when an owl flew out right in front of us. All I remember of it is an explosion of feathers! There's no apparent damage to the truck, which is a very good thing, seeing as it belongs to my niece's live-in boyfriend. The only reason we were using it is because my sister's Caddilac has become undependable of late and she's seriously considering getting a new car. If she has her way about it it'll be a Nissan Altimma. My BIL has his heart set on a Mustang but she says 'That ain't happening', especially not for no $29K! It's nice to be back home starring at the comforting warm glow of the monitor screen knowing that not three feet away the weather is trying to go crazy. It's foggy, it's clear, it's raining then it's foggy again. All in all it's been about a normal night.