Finally!

Memorial Day Weekend is probably the best three day weekend of the year. It kicks off three months of pools, sun, golf, patios, etc. It's the opening prayer for a really, super good, enthralling, invigorating church service. (If there is such a thing: I wouldn't know.) Labor Day, then, could possibly be the worst because it is like the closing prayer to that super terrific time. I hate that I count the days to summer, mournfully count the days to the end of summer (only 16 more weekends?!), and then count the days to summer again.

UTA bus drivers seriously think they own the roads. Especially downtown. They pull out, pull in, stop, speed up with complete abandon. They have those signs on them that read "This bus took 70 cars off the road." They should also say, "And those cars are now in body shops for repairs." I loathe them. And while I'm at it, cab drivers really aren't much better. Particularly when they are trolling for fares - in the middle of the afternoon. They don't watch where they are going and just drift in and out of their lane. Note to cab drivers: we don't need you trolling the city streets at 2pm on Tuesday. Troll the streets at 2am on Saturdays. That's when we need you, and yet at that time - you are nowhere to be found!

A washer caught on fire at the laundromat last night. Someone (not me) overloaded the washer and the motor caught fire. Crazy thoughts go through your head when a washer catches fire. Like, "I hope that was a white load and not a permanent press or colored load." White loads are just easier (and cheaper) to replace.

And evidently TALL is the new PINK. Has anyone else seen the man riding his bicycle around town - and the seat is at least - at least - 7 feet from the ground. It's like a bike with a lift kit. He's the new pink man, I think. I'll try for a picture.

I hope everyone enjoys the upcoming service, and I say these things . . . just kidding.

Today's Song: Six-Pack Summer, Phil Vassar