Zona

In the midst of all good inspiration many a miracle has happened

Whilst I was two finger pounding yon post post below my grandson sneezes. Now keep in mind that the entire house is infected with a change in the weather head cold.

Two dangly streams of snot from his nose to his chin.

DON'T MOVE!! I shout and I immediately pounce from the living room sofa and into the kitchen.

I GRAB

Playtex dish gloves

Three wash cloths

Oven mitt

BBQ tweezer thingies (their technical name)

I GEAR UP

Gloves on.

Oven mitt on left hand.

One wash cloth in left hand.

Wash cloth wrapped around each tweezer thingy end

I LEAP BACK INTO THE LIVING ROOM where Conroy stands motionless

I ACT

ALL STOP!!

I sprint into the garage and grab

and

put

on (bad grammar, I know)

MY WELDING GOGGLES!!

BACK to the living room

where

Conroy

remains

standing

motionless

I grab the snot with the wash cloth adorned tweezer thingies. I then use the other wash cloth in my oven mitted playtex glove left hand to pluck the two snot soaked wash cloths from the tweezer thingies. Then I walk

slowly

through the kitchen and out to the back patio

I do a surgeon move. Meaning I pull the playtex glove off off my right hand so that I have an inside-out playtex glove that is stuffed with an oven mitt and three snot soaked wash cloths. I remove the grill from the bar b que and place it where the charcoal goes. Then to the shed for the charcoal starter fluid. Back to the kitchen for matches. Minutes later Conroy and I dance like warriors around the fire to jungle drum music.

THEN the needle scratches across the surface of the record album

The warrior queen (wife) is standing in the open sliding door in her pijamas rubbing her "I just woke up" eyes

"What are you doing?????"