Where and when did I pick up the word "dude" because I'd like to go back and smack those people. "Dude" is not an appropriate term to call a female. I hate when I find that I've caught myself saying that. Yes, I can clean the foul words from my vocab, but I can't de-dude the dang brain. Dude, I hate that.
Yesterday, I got stuck behind horses. Well, guys dressed up like cowboy dudes with white shirts and cowboy boots and hats. Girls were dressed up in crinolines and pastels, getting situated on a flat-bed of a big rig, sitting pretty on top of bails of hay. It was some sort of Fraternity/Sorority parade of sorts. I'd say it was a mighty-fine welcome to Georgia that ate up about $2.00 in gas while I sat sweaty in my gas-guzzling Jeep with depleted air-conditioner. I hate idling.
Speaking of Idling, um, er, IdOling, why wasn't Miss Cook eliminated last week? Or ten weeks ago. I could have really used a Michael Johns version of a Mariah Carey song. Okay, No. That's a lie. I don't even want to hear a Mariah Carey version of one of her songs. Next album should be "The Elimination of Mimi." How the heck did she end up with the most number one songs? Not on MY charts. People, remember Glitter? Actually, I don't think anyone would. I'll stop now, before I poke my eardrums out.
I have a bunch of critters waiting to hit the jacuzzi, and somehow, while pondering things in your backyard, I came up with a set of back-yard non-critters that'll be released soon. It will be one crowded jacuzzi this weekend, and I'm not invited.
Kits for the latest Backyard Critters will be available beginning next week, including the cougar.
