Is it here? Is this the day? Is this what I’ve been waiting for all summer long?
Why yes, it is, darlings. It’s the first day of school. 
And I’m late, so I gotta git. It’s been fantastic spending the summer with you. And now I have to go act like a responsible adult, and put in some quality time with 225 of my closest friends.
I will surely give an update tomorrow morning. But for now, I believe it’s time for me to fly….
Fink, signing (and taking) off
Have a day!
I mean, really. What’s the big idea, waking up at 3:45 a.m. on the nose for the third straight day? What am I, George Lutz? Honestly. Too much going on this week to go to bed at 11:30 and be insomniatic at a quarter to four.
I suppose it could be that I’m on the fifth day of my gluten-free/sugar-free/dairy-free lifestyle and I’m still getting adjusted; I miss cheese and milk and cereal and bread and Milky Ways. I like how I feel, don’t get me A) wrong, or B) started on the problems that processed sugar and wheat cause for millions of people and they don’t even know it. [Do a search on gluten intolerance to see what I mean.] I guess, as the Thriller has said to me on occasion in the past: I “just wanna be mad.”
Speaking of mad…Mad Men last night was one of those “connecting” episodes. They’re setting up something big. I wish it were a 2-hour show.
Anyway, j’ever have one of those days, when you just wanted to be mad? Actually, I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t, so you’d be the first.
But I won’t dwell on it. There’s too much to do, and besides, there are plenty of other places to read incessant whining. That’s why God made political blog comment sections, and the forums at ClevelandBrowns.com. So cool it, Finkly.
*cricket*
*cricket*
*cricket*
OK I’m STILL MAD. But look on the bright side of life: school starts tomorrow. Yay! I’ma go drown my sorrows with a cherry-vanilla smoothie.
IrkedFink
PS – I guess my discontent could also be because….nah.
Until yesterday, I had never been inside a semi truck. You know, the kind with the 7-foot cab ceiling and the little walkspace and the bed in the back, and a refrigerator and TV & stuff.
Well, #1 Son had to get his truck ready to go. He leaves tonight for his first-ever solo haul, and Mama Fink is proud. He needed some prep work done on what will be his full-time office and part-time home from here on out, so he and I — along with Jake — went to the truck yard to get it all ready to fly.
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Then, there was some school work done. Then, this. You don’t say.
Today, I’m having coffee with a friend from high school. Brad (the guy on the left) was my lab partner in chemistry class, and we were in other school functions together. He is now a managing director for the company named in the photo.
It’ll be great to catch up. And since he’s on my Facebook friend list, I can leave the 10-lb. Jake/Justin photo album at home. Always a good thing.
Happy Sunday, fiends. Your Fink hearts you.
You know, a lot of people come to me and they say, “RF, how can you be so funny?” There’s a secret to it; it’s no big deal. Before I go out, I put a slice of bologna in each of my shoes. So when I’m on stage, I feel….funny.
All right, I kifed that from one of my favorite stand-up comedians from my youth (that would be the mid-to-late 70s, for those unaware of the extent of my current dendrochronology). I just thought it was an appropriate lead-in.
Some tasty bits for you this day, and no balogna:
Happy Saturday. Think some good thoughts.
Fink out.
And so it ends. Summer, that is. Oh, and our round robin story ended last night, but not without some zany contributions from many of my funny fiends. Thank you for making me laff!
BFFs Kay and Bob were over for dinner-and-movie night last night (Slumdog Millionaire – thumbs up), after which we sat at the laptop on the sofa and had a giggle about our little David Soul/Shrek/Dallas-dream-season-ending-ripoff yarn. Funny story I’m sure she wouldn’t mind my sharing:
Kay teaches English to high school students in Slovenia. She told me that she also uses the round robin storytelling strategy with them, to sharpen their conversational skills. However, as the story circulates around the room, without exception Chuck Norris shows up in the tale. Chuck Norris, every time. I think that is hysterical. Do not ask me why that just makes me howl.
Another howler about Chuck Norris: #1 Son, as you know, is a truck driver. Hauls steel everywhere east of the Mississippi. For the last 5 weeks, he has had to ride along with a trainer and learn the business/ropes/whatever. His trainer (we’ll call him Sonny) spends every available non-driving minute in front of a portable DVD player, watching reruns of Walker, Texas Ranger. HAAAA. Again … no clue why that janks my funny nerve. It just does.
The only thing funnier than writing about “Sonny” is hearing #1 Son tell about him. Mavis and I about fell off our chairs a couple of weeks ago, listening to the stories (and there are many, believe it). I will actually be sorry when the training run is over today and he gets his own truck this weekend — though I wouldn’t say that to his face. Heh.
Guess I’ll have to find stuff to laugh at on my own. Which brings me back to going to school this morning…
It truly has been a good summer, even though I didn’t get stuff done (see Wednesday’s post). It’s OK. I’m young, right? There’s plenty of time. Have a great weekend, dolls.
FO