No more Road Trip Jeopardy, but thanks to all my Sports Fans who played along.   More games later, but really who has time to think  up games when the trip provides so much entertainment…

Like this Truck With Attitude seen near Talladega, AliBaba…ok, you win Best Truck Ever.   Makes our old Dodge Dakota look a little boring.   Imagine.

So yesterday was a Marathon Sing-A-Long with the old woman Slow fumbling through her CDs and locating the Alan Jackson Hymns of Yesteryear CD which she unfortunately knew all the words to from her Southern Baptist treasure trove of evangelical memories.   Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine.   Seriously, how many times do we have to sing to the top of our lungs while we drive along?   When the Roll is Called up Yonder, I’ll be There.   Ya think?   Maybe not unless you change your lesbian lifestyle, Missy.   What a Friend We Have in Jesus.   Yes, well, let’s hope you have a Friend Somewhere you daffy old twit.   And on and on ad nauseum.

But, then she changed moods and located another favorite Abba’s Greatest Hits.   Friday nights and the lights are low…Dancing Queen, Dancing Queen only seventeen.   We can dance, etc.   Oh, yeah.   Abba rocks the pickup truck and we’re making our way back to you, Babe.   Let’s hope we avoid our Waterloo and that’s the name of the game as far as we’re concerned.

And then ten hours later we arrived safely at our destination:  Casa de Canterbury in Columbia, South Carolina.   I haven’t seen the green, green grass of home since last summer, if you can believe it.   At long last, we are all reunited under one roof.   Zippity-do-dah, zippity-ay!   Pretty is so happy to see us, too…we love Pretty.   She gives us the Best Pets Ever.

Yep, hail hail the gang’s all here.   Smokey Lonesome Ollie, Moi , Paw Licker Annie and Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea who is recovering from an unprovoked attack on her back.    She tangled with the wrong Big Dawg evidently a couple of weeks ago, but she must be fine.   She still goes around slobbering with those yellow tennis balls in her mouth hoping Somebody will throw one for her.   It must be hard to be that dumb.  I wouldn’t know.

Hmmm… The Red Man is never one to be Negatory but it seems to be a little CROWDED around here, if you catch my drift.   Two’s Company, but Four seems to be a Kennel!!    Shit house mouse.

Well, Amigos, as you can see, nothing’s perfect but The Red Man hopes your weekend doesn’t get too complicated.   Catch you later on…get me outta here, Percy.