The bad news is that the pills slow everything down, including my already slow brain. I can't string thoughts together right now, so I'll give you some pics:
I thought I felt a flat tire today, so I pulled over, cause I'm just getting around to getting pain pills from the last flat tire and didn't feel like visiting the hospital or the side of the highway today. Luckily I didn't have any flat tires when I pulled over to look, and even luckily-er I saw this parking sign. 36 minutes? Really? Not 35? Not 30? 36. I think this sign gets the random award of the day. Although I am sure the car parked in front of me would probably nominate me for the award as they were talking on the phone, I pulled behind them, hopped out of my car, looked at my tires, took a picture of the parking sign and left. And that was before the drugs even kicked in.
It's been a little hot here lately. I do not think that this is a good enough reason to SHAVE A CAT. Good lord. It ain't right. My friend, however, thinks it's just fine. I'll let her cat's expression determine how it feels about the hairdo.