So I was getting ready to work this morning. It’s Monday and all. Stuff to do, for sure. And after putting on my various high-tech shiny undergarments (too much information?), layers of wool, and looking like a guy who fell out of the Tractor Supply sale flyer, I ventured to the barn to get the horse ready.
But I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember if it’s “the cart before the horse” or the “horse before the cart.” I know it’s important, too. That’s why they say the “don’t” in front of the one that’s incorrect.
“Fuck it,” I said to myself, expecting a bit of an argument and all. “I’m not working the horse today.”
And so it’s been.
Instead, I’m home pondering all the things that J.D. Salinger would do while he hid in the woods. Until, that is, I remember that he made all his money BEFORE moving to the woods. And if I could remember if it’s the cart or the horse that goes first, I bet I could use that saying here.
I need to get this checked.
I know the feeling, often times in the spring when I first get out my wheel barrow to start the all to short growing season, I say to myself “is this better to pull or push” and more often times it takes me a six pack to figure it out and by that time it is time to call it a day.
Super Bowl poker party at Dad’s 5:00 pm be there or be square.
No story on Bernie in Miami this last weekend with the Corporate Boys? You’re getting mellow.