It’ll All Pan Out in the End

We went to the annual Christmas parade in town last night with the grandkids and had a great time.  All the entries had to be decked out with lights and they did not disappoint.

We had some light rain at times during the hour or so the parade lasted, but nobody seemed to mind.  A year long drought of epic proportions does that to you.

Afterward we high-tailed it over to McDonald’s and had dinner.  When my husband (known from here on as Pappy) took his cap off, he revealed a somewhat black and blue area near his left eye.  He’d had some minor surgery at the dermatologist’s office a couple of days before.

Now he wears a cap…not so in the sun-kissed days of his youth.

Our granddaughter (also known as Eagle-Eye Fleegle) asked what had happened to cause the bruise.

Pappy and I simultaneously (and facetiously) answered that I’d hit him over the head with a frying pan.

Miss Fleegle knows us well enough to detect that we were pulling her leg and demanded and got the truth.

This morning, I checked the news online and saw that Herman Cain had postponed his “major announcement” about the fate of his campaign from 11:00 to a little later in the afternoon.

You’ll remember that he had returned to Atlanta to face his wife for the first time since Ginger White came forward and said Herman had had a thirteen year affair with her and that Mr. Cain had admitted to giving money to Ms. White without his wife’s knowledge.

I mentioned the postponement to Pappy and he started to say:

“That’s because he had to go to the emergency room…”

which I finished for him with:

“…to have a frying pan removed from his head.”

Great minds do indeed think alike.