Just Give Me a Minute

Sometimes you're getting over a cold and you have a little dry cough so you take "daytime" cold medicine. For some reason, in this instance, "daytime" is code for "knocks you on your behind." You have laundry to fold and some dishes in the sink and some calls to make and a trip to the grocery store waiting for you. Instead of all that, you fall asleep on the bed still wearing your shoes. But before that you take a sleeping selfie because you're going to write a post about this. And you do.

Named

"We finally named the team tonight."

"Did you guys go with The Orange Oranges?"

"No, we went with Orange Crush."

"That's a good name."

"Or Orange Crushers. No, wait. Orange Crush. No, wait. I don't remember. It's something about oranges and crushing."

On Labor Day

Walk a fallen log in the woods.
Finish that library book before it comes due.
Learn about the history of Labor Day.
Listen to a podcast.
Call an old friend.
Eat dinner outside.
Meditate.
Play Frisbee with the dog.
Try a new recipe.
Make your holiday list.
Go for a swim.
Watch a movie.
Compliment a stranger.
Draw an old-school selfie.
Ride your bike.
Drink coffee on the front steps.
Buy some handmade soap on Etsy.
Plant fall bulbs.
Dance like you used to.
Hug your people.

Smacksy Sunday Links

The Unprocrastination Challenge. This will be good for so many things.

Extreme downsizing.

Miracle Messages - reuniting the homeless through social media.

Dressing in late 14th century armor. 

Elderly married couple committed to dressing exactly alike.

And the 33 fluffiest animals on the planet.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Rosenbergs Represent

We retired the Star Wars decal family with the station wagon. This is the answer to Bob's question, "But without the red car, how will people know it's us?"

Reminder

Last fall, I had a mammogram. I was then told I needed a follow up diagnostic mammogram. Further, I needed an ultrasound. My results were inconclusive and I was to come back later, next year. That later was yesterday.

I had yet another diagnostic mammogram and another ultrasound. As I reclined on the table for the ultrasound, not moving, with my right arm over my head, the technician let me know I was, "doing a good job." A good job of what, exactly? I wondered what a bad job would look like. Twitching? Excessive wiggling? The test took no more than five minutes. I checked out just fine and the radiologist could see no problems. Exhale.

This is sort of about wrapping up my little story from last year, but it's more about you. It's a reminder for you to get your tests done. Men, this means you too. Depending on our ages and previous outcomes, we all have things to attend to. My next stop? Colonoscopy. I probably won't write about that one. If you're lucky.

Sold

We sold the station wagon to the place we got the new car from. They paid us $300.00. American.