As an old retired fart, the idea of an alarm clock has gone out the window. I needed to get up early yesterday to sing with the Barbershop Chorus so I looked for an alarm clock app on my cell phone. There it was. I set it and laid it down next to where I would sleep. At 6:30 the most terrible music blared out of that little phone. I had selected the William Tell Overture sang by the Vienna's Boys choir. The opening to that song was like someone had played it with a bad set of trumpets. The edge in their voices had to be loud enough to wake the Devil. It worked for me. In case you haven't listened to the Bill tell song in a while, I hum it every time I go to the dump. "To the Dump, To the Dum, To the Dump, dump, dump." Once it gets into my head, it just sits there and I have to sing along.
Our Barbershop Chorus sings three times in the summer at different churches. It is so the choir can have a day off. It is really a lot of fun and worth the effort even if I do have to come home and take a nap. Who do I think I am kidding? I would have taken a nap either way.
This morning I was wearing my new KU shirt Barb bought me for my Birthday. I told her it was my birthday shirt. She turned down an offer to see my birthday suit. Dang, I hate it when that happens.
Old retired guys have to put their pills in one of those containers with the days of the week on it. Lord help me if I miss a day. The good news is that I am not taking anything dangerous that could really cause a problem if I doubled up. If it were not for the days of the week on the pill container, I might have trouble knowing what day it is. When we sing on Sunday, it is like it is Tuesday when it is really Monday. Oh well.
Better get ready to do some chores around here.
MUD
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