Achtung!

It is the end of another long week.

I am pooped.

That's right pooped. I know that's a "mom-term." So what? It's applicable. Don't you love your Mother? Then don't be so down on her lingo.

I am too pooped for the more complex of cognitive functions. It's times like these the most simple things will evoke from me a full-fledged gigglefit . . .

. . . like this sign:
















This sign ALWAYS kills me. I don't even know why.

I'm a bit been suspicious that the little sign-guy started that blaze.

Run little man, RUN!