I’ve been rewatching one of my favorite movies with Benny, who now loves it, too–“21 Jump Street.” It’s profane, it’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s politically incorrect and I absolutely LOVE it. Sometimes you just need that.
It’s been a good day. I enjoyed a club sandwich and sweet tea for lunch (if you can’t get a good club sandwich at the country club, where can you get one?) and most of all, I enjoyed seeing a lot of old friends again who are fellow members of the county’s humane society, who seemed to be very glad to see me, too. Our organization is staying busy, finding homes for no less than 26 pets who were sent to rescue groups in Florida, Wisconsin and Connecticut in December alone, a slow month for us. Our Dogutante Ball and Cat-sino Night is coming up in early March . . . not actually a ball, but it is a chance to get all gussied up and enjoy a silent auction, heavy hors-d’oeuvres and libations, and gaming activities that win you fun dollars to spend on great prizes. And all the monies raised go to help critters like the ones below:
After the meeting, I hit Wal-Mart, which has moved everything around again, so I spent a lot of time figuring out where what I needed was now located. After sitting for two hours through the lunch and meeting, my knees were balky and one tried to do that annoying bending-backwards thing as I was traipsing through the store. I just had to stop and regroup for a moment and then I soldiered on. And what do you know, there was LOTS of Alabama Crimson Tide stuff out there. National championship shirts, of course, along with insulated tote bags, full-length body pillows and more stuff. It’s great to have bragging rights–again. For the third time in four years. Can you say, “dynasty?” I can. 😀
I can’t post without a least a little bit of Mr. Armitage, so here you go:
- Little Known Sandwich Origins Pt 1; the club sandwich (definitiveink.typepad.com)