That's Why We Are Not Getting A Newspaper Anymore

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"Probably not a good idea. I'll figure something out. Maybe I could make a bitchin' holster and strap it to my leg? Whatcha think?"

“You do that sweetie."

"You say that like maybe you think this is not a good idea?"

"Well one," Mom said, "I'm not sure that a giant holster, even if it is empty, would inspire much confidence if you wore it in public. If I saw something like that my first thought would be 'where's the rifle'? My next thought would be, 'Where's the Police?' Is that really the first impression you want to make? And let's be honest, you'll never get around to really doing it so rather than get into a lengthy conversation - like right now, I offered my support like the good wife that I am."

She had a point. Well, maybe multiple points.

As you know I have been known to engage in many a brain-stormed creation, many a dream-fueled project that about 3/4 of the way through became . . . boring. And yes I'm talking specifically about that huge pond in the backyard that was going to be filled with Koi and have dragon shaped fountains and gas flames and a huge backdrop made of inlaid wood that rotated, not only to the phases of the moon and sun, but also predicted crop failures, that's now just a muddy hole in the ground and - and I'm making no admissions here - may be the reason we haven't seen the paper boy in a few months.

"Come on," Mom said standing, "I'm not really hungry but let's go see what they have at the buffet. I wouldn't mind a cookie."

*** the journey continues ***