Middel of the week ----

Busey as a little beaver building two dams. Monday did four washers of laundry - dried and folded. Last wash day was all that cold weather so didn't get to do laundry. Reason for so much laundry this week. Tuesday was early breakfast out to our favorite cafee. Today was trash day - so took the trash can out to the curb. Then the little lady called and wanted to know if I would take her out to eat. OK I said - so out to our favorite Mexcan place. Sure was good. Then she wanted to do a bit of shopping. Wonder where these females get the idea they save money by going to different stores for a single sales item? At the price of gas? The Tiger is busy with his mini-motor-bike, santa brought him for Christmas. So far he has scrapped the skin off one elbow and one knee. "M" he hollers - I hurt. I spread some salve on his elbow and knee -- put a bandage on each. They last about twenty minutes and for some reason they dissappear. By the time evening time arrives - I'll have to pour a number 10 wash tube full of warm water and soap to get all the dirt and grime washed off of him and out of his hair. The reason -- we had a hefty down pour of rain - so the Tiger re-christined the motor bike -- mud bike. Isn't it just great that -- boys -- rain and mud go good together. You should have seen him -- there wasn't a spot on him that wasn't caked with muddy water. Had him get the hose out and wash the mini-bike down. Then striped him down and into the number 10 tob of warm soapy water -- out side of course -- Thought for a while there was going to have to get a bristle brush to get all the mud out of his hair. Thought for a while I had lost him for good. But after a few swipes with the soapy spunge -- parts of the Tiger begin to appear. After about twenty minutes of scrubing the Tiger begin to take shape. Swatted him on the butt and told him to go take a shower to get all the soapy water off his little body. Out he jumps, Through the kitchen - soapy water flying everywhere -- me hollering at him and trying to catch him - to no avail - get the mop and follow his little foot prints through the kitchen and down the hall - moping away. Get to the bathroom door in time to hear him turn the shower on and sing one of his - stupid little songs. threw the mud puddels I go -- HO - HO. Boys -- and Tiger is one, a hundered percent. And as I have said before - a million dollars wouldn't even make a down payment in trying to buy him. Smiles and hugs Movieman -- love you all