Sad, but true. We don't have much to talk about today.

The most dramatic event during lunch was running into our friend we call "Mr. Cockypants." Now, just because we call him that doesn't mean we don't like him. It's a term of endearment...really. We started calling him Mr. Cockypants during our bowling league after he struted around after bowling strikes. Puh-leez!

Because Mr. Cockypants was his usual self, I had to ask the cashier at the store to charge him extra "attitude tax" because of his cocky behavior. She liked the idea and said she'd like to charge some of her other customers the "attitude tax."

It was another nice day so the park was our dining destination. The conversation was mostly work-related and not really worth sharing.

Although it is worth noting that Sammy's Cherry Dr. Pepper exploded upon opening, but the spill was contained to her area (thank goodness Millie thought enough to bring extra paper towels).

Oh...also noted: Sammy was able to drive her car out of the park parking lot without touching the gas pedal. How cool is that? We looked a little silly putt putting along, but we needed to know if it could be done.

Until tomorrow...