Fighting The War Against Aging!

 Last night I really enjoyed watching The Grammys. I was so thrilled for Adele and I loved the touching tributes made to Whitney Houston, so this morning before Tony came home from the Old Timer, I went on iTunes and purchased several of her songs. My favorite song of hers is from the movie, The Body Guard, I Will Always Love You.

Today has been great. This morning after we did our chores outside, the clouds cleared out and the temperature rapidly climbed up to seventy-three degrees, in other words—it's been a beautiful day.

While we were in the middle of eating lunch the phone rang—it was Kinky, so I let Carlton take his call. "Hello Nancy and Tony. Hello, hello, hello. Nance, I'm calling from Dallas. Give me a call when you can.

While Tony went to get our mail and as soon as I had cleaned up our lunch dishes, I called Kinky back. He told me that he has really been enjoying his Southern Discomfort Tour and that he was on the road, heading to Denton to do a show tonight, but I knew why he had actually called me, so as a joke, I purposefully talked to him about some ranch business and other things, just to postpone his inevitable question and why he had called, "How are The Friedmans doing at Camp Okay Corral?"

"They like it okay, Kink. They are a little muddy right now, because of the rain we got this morning. Sophie is staying in her own bunkhouse (dog house) and Chumley and Winston are sharing a bunkhouse..."

When T. returned with the mail he said, "We only got this and it is for you." Then he handed me the envelope and started laughing, because on the front of the envelope were these words, "Nancy, Are You Tired of Fighting the War Against Aging?"

"Sorry, Babe. You've got to admit it is pretty funny." And I joined him in laughter.

"Heck, Tone. I'm not tired of fighting the war against aging—I surrendered years ago. That's why we're down to just two small mirrors, above the bathroom sinks, in The Cabin."

Late this afternoon after catching up on some paperwork and returning a few phone calls I decided to do a little feng-shui-ing in The Cabin. "Tony, do you know where a paint brush is, because I am fixin' to paint our front door red?"

"There's one under the kitchen sink, I think, but why red?"

My Feng-Shui Book for Dummies, says that it opens up the door for money to come in and that's why all Chinese restaurants always have red doors." One hour later, I put the lid back on the red, half emptied, quart of paint. And as I type this tonight—I'm sitting here at the kitchen table, with Toto asleep under the table blasting away his stink-bombs, while Roy dreams of having his own king-sized bed to sleep on—while I am patiently waiting for some money to come inside the front door. I wonder how long it takes?

Tonight I plan to watch the AKC Westminster Dog Show.

Y'all have a great evening.