11-16-09 Monday (McBowel)

12 hours of sleep later… I awoke with a killer headache.   My eyes felt like pins were stabbing at them.   I was grateful that it was barely light outside because I had to walk the dog.  I think the sun light would have added more trauma to the headache. 

I popped some Advil, drank some coffee, played some Facebook Scrabble and my headache was much better but still evident.  Jim awoke.  We took showers and went to McDonald’s for breakfast.  I ordered the #12.  Bacon, egg, and cheese on a bagel.  I love this.  It makes me happy.  Except for today.  She rang up the #13, steak on a bagel.  I brought it back up.  They apologized.  They exchanged it.  I didn’t care about the 40 cents I overpaid for the incorrect sandwich.  I just wanted my food.  I thought of it as comfort food.  The bagel wasn’t toasted enough. The cheese never melted. The whole sandwich never reached proper temperature.  They rushed it to make me happy.  Ironic.  I was very unhappy.  I ate it.  I was unsatisfied.  Why am I writing like this?  Anyway, I felt a lot better after I ate and had some OJ.  Oh, and just so you know, the hashbrown sucked too.  It was overly greasy.  I always expect it to be greasy.  I just wasn’t expecting the contents of a turkey fryer to be in my hashbrown.  It’s a wonder I didn’t shit myself right there.  It was definitely worth withholding a fart to be on the safe side.

Speaking of bodily fluids, functions, and other taboo topics – while at McDonald’s we sat next to 6 (half of 12!) seniors.  They were discussing pills and doctors.  This old lady adds “blah blah my bowels blah blah”.  Nice.  The look on Jim’s face – you would have thought the woman exposed her bowels.  Luckily the conversation switched to what fruits and vegetables are on sale.

Later, we went to Sam’s and then Walmart for some weekly menu items.

Above: Sure, the mentally handicapped should be permitted to use it too.

Why yes, that was Jim zooming by at 2.1 MPH.  He decided to be a good Samaritan it would be cool to ride this thing back to the store.  The batteries were very weak. The nice lady at the door seemed appreciative but offered no reward.  Not even a lollipop.  Next time we’ll bring one in and knock her over with it.

Hours later, we picked up Grandma and headed to Pincher’s Crab Shack in Bonita Springs to celebrate Terry’s (Jim’s dad) birthday.

Above: That’s some sort of seat cushion to be used while hunting.  With it around his neck, it looks like a man purse.  How purdy.

While at Walmart today I picked up some gel window clings.  The cats were going nuts over them for the first 1/2 hour.  I’m not sure what the hell they thought they were but luckily they were between the screen and glass.

That’s Clea by the way.  Jag had his go at the untouchable window clings prior to me getting the camera.  Pets can be so amusing.