Most mornings I jump out of bed ready to meet the world head on. Not so much today. Either old age is catching up with me or I need a new mattress. I'm not mentioning the hummus. I probably spent WAY too much time on my buttinski yesterday. In case you didn't know, it's Rodeo season across the central U.S.
Now is the time the cowboys rush around the country trying to ride every horse and bull they see in order to pick up enough money to qualify for the National Finals Rodeo where the big bucks will be made. The contestants are neck and neck. If I had known you could make so much money rodeoing, I might have signed up for that occupation. Of course back then, they made pittance.
So instead of watching horse wrecks on TV, I decided to seek out those that have set up housekeeping in my kitchen. It didn't take long to find the latest condo. Mom and Pop daddy longlegs set up their new home right over my Instant Pot. I don't imagine all that screaming hot steam did the kids any good. By the time I discovered it, it looked abandoned. Sayonara my friends, I'm kicking out any and all freeloaders.