Note to self

It's been a rough couple of weeks.

Two weeks ago, I learned that most 11 year old boys can not distinguish between a heart attack, and a blown knee. I've never had a heart attack, but now I have a blown ACL, torn miniscus, and a fractured tibia. Note to self number one: Next time the doc says, here's some pain meds...take them.

The next day, I barbequed for 100 American Legionairs and had a hell of a time. The gave me a bottle of bourbon. Note to self number two: Don't stand on a blown knee for 6 hours drinking bourbon.

One week ago, I learned that if the Good Lord let's you know that it's time for Buckwheat to take a dirt nap, he'll throw you a bone by having the Rebels beat the Gators in the Swamp. Note to self number three: It ain't a good bargin. Buck was a fine dog.

This morning, I noticed that I am low on bourbon again.

Note to self number four: Buy bigger bottles of bourbon.