|The MamaDramaConQueso meetup. More pictures here.|
It was an interesting weekend.
Saturday I drove over to Houston for MamaDramaConQueso. I got to meet some great people like Jenny from Mama Drama and Evil Dwight. Jenny, Mr. Crap, and I had an interesting discussion of topics like death threats, blood donor cats, stuffed buffalo and tackling drunk, topless women after you take pictures of them.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that Jenny was right when she said that conversation was podcast material.
It seems that I got lucky with the food at Molina's being so-so. More on that later.
After that I had a few hours to burn before the Astros game. First thing I did was go over to the Galleria and grab a Frappuccino (or however you spell it).
On I think Wednesday last week the check engine light came on in my car. I was actually planning on taking it to AutoZone to get the code off of the computer today. Well, sometime between getting to Molina's and getting to the game it went dark. And not because the bulb went out. I guess it was just a false positive. Oh well, I'll take it.
Oh yea, the baseball game.
I got there about 4:15, found my seat, and relaxed. I'd given Mr. Crap his ticket, so I waited for him.
In the second inning I called his cell and left a voicemail. I got a call back a few minutes later. Read this and you'll see why he didn't make it. And why I said I got lucky with nothing more than so-so food.
He missed a hell of a game. The Astros have seemed to find their offense, winning that game 9-4.
Fast forward to early this morning.
Bruiser wake me up wanting to go outside. I figured he needed to pee, so I put his leash on and took him out front.
The moment I opened the door he tried to take off sprinting. He probably saw the cat that's been hanging in our front yard lately. I practically had to drag a VERY strong 40-pound dog back inside.
And that, my friends, is why you never trust a hound off a leash in an uncontrolled environment. If their hunting instincts are activated, and I'm thinking that's what happened, they won't listen to anybody.
One of the things on my list of things to do this week is write a 100-word story about how I spent my summer vacation inside a Turkish prison for the 100 Word Stories Weekly Challenge.
Crossposted to Through our eyes