For the most part it was a pretty quiet weekend. Saturday night I heard a loud sound . Bill said, what was that? Hmmm sounded like fireworks. Then Bill goes in the kitchen. Oh crap. He was boiling eggs on the stove and forgot about them. Yeah, it was like fireworks. Eggs all over.
Then on Monday, I saw a hooker walking in the middle of Jefferson street looking so patriotic. Wearing red spandex pants and a blue t-shirt with a flag on it. Wonder if she was giving military or veteran discounts. Ha ha.
