Imagine this: I am walking around the neighborhood while Mike and Donal are taking a nap. I turn a corner and a man in his 70's appears wearing little itsy-bitsy running shorts with a Hawaiian print. He has a cane, a rottweiler and a pair of am/fm headphones with an antenna that sticks up. He sees me and gets this huge grin on his face and then shaking his cane at the sky he yells "it's coming, it's coming."
What was coming? I was hoping a UFO or meteor or swarm of three headed polka-dot monkeys, you know something I could really write home about. Instead it was a downpour, so no big deal. Only a man with tiny shorts and a big dog to write about.
Mike and Donal came last night, which means naps, games, fun and adventure.
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