Sunday, September 17, 2017

Seriously? Me? Heck No!

     I know that you are mad at me, and I take full responsibility for that. It seems as though I have neglected the part of me that wish to bring a whole heart belly laugh to you my three readers. I apologize for that. The decision has been made by my editorial staff of one that I should return to my true writing character and get back to sharing my world with you.  Hopefully you will garnish a chuckle or two from my offbeat wit and humor.
     The person that is most supportive and glad that I have taken this step is my wife.  Since I have no outlet to relieve the pain of all these humorous thoughts and outlandish comments to vent themselves, unfortunately she has become the relief valve.  They have to come out and most of the time she is the only human being around to share them with.  This causes a huge amount of unforeseen consequences--at least the first time--such as being put out of the car and having to walk the five miles home from the golf course.  Some things are just unavoidable, but they have to come out otherwise I will just pop. I could say more here about popping in the car, but that would be gross and not appropriate for my underage readers.
     I have found that walking home from the golf course after sharing something outlandishly funny with my wife and being told to get out of the car can be very healthy and beneficial. The walk provides some very needed aerobic exercise and during the walk my mind goes to work thinking up more humorous stuff that I can be thrown out of the car for the next time. The beat goes on, you know and there is a purpose for all things. Now that I think of it though, maybe its time to rethink sharing those thoughts with my wife coming home from the golf course.  Maybe I will wait and save them up for a trip to the mall.  The mall is only a mile away.
     I ask you, how hard is it to stop Niagra Falls? That's kind of what happens when I get a thought.  It just has to come out.  I don't know, it just kind of starts in the pit of my stomach and works its way up to the mouth to come out as an utterance. Believe me, there are many times that I try to cap the well and not share the thought but that doesn't work very well. I am not trying to do this intentionally, I guess its just a flaw in my character. Oh well, I am who I am.
My editor.