Brenda leaned her head back as the wind caressed her streaked hair. At last, a convertible, my own convertible. A burgundy convertible. Laughter trailed after her. Brenda knew she was hot, so totally hot. The women around her were hags compared to her. The men who passed by gave her that look, confirming her thoughts. They waved and smiled, that kind of smile that said Hey, babe. Walk on the wild side... She slammed her foot down on the gas, taking her convertible to its highest speed. Take that, mustangs. Brenda
slowed just enough to hang the turn into the parking lot. She skid
into a space, one near the Atrium where cards slid across the felt and
fortunes fell. Money burned in her red Louis Vuitton purse. In moments, Brenda was through a door that opened for her. Brenda
eased her walker to an awaiting table. "Hey, ladies. You ready to put
your money where your mouth is?" With that, she turned up her hearing
aid and slapped down the maximum ante of $3.00. "Saw
your new golf cart, Brenda! Could see that you cranked it up to 20 mph
this time. Speed will kill you every time. That and Alzheimer's."
Hester smirked. Those
around her shook their heads and picked up their cards. Brenda laid her red
Louis Vuitton purse on her walker. She had left her cane at home, since
her last hip surgery. Arthritis is a bitch.
Brenda leaned her head back as the wind caressed her streaked hair. At last, a convertible, my own convertible. A burgundy convertible. Laughter trailed after her. Brenda knew she was hot, so totally hot. The women around her were hags compared to her. The men who passed by gave her that look, confirming her thoughts. They waved and smiled, that kind of smile that said Hey, babe. Walk on the wild side... She slammed her foot down on the gas, taking her convertible to its highest speed. Take that, mustangs. Brenda slowed just enough to hang the turn into the parking lot. She skid into a space, one near the Atrium where cards slid across the felt and fortunes fell. Money burned in her red Louis Vuitton purse. In moments, Brenda was through a door that opened for her. Brenda eased her walker to an awaiting table. "Hey, ladies. You ready to put your money where your mouth is?" With that, she turned up her hearing aid and slapped down the maximum ante of $3.00. "Saw your new golf cart, Brenda! Could see that you cranked it up to 20 mph this time. Speed will kill you every time. That and Alzheimer's." Hester smirked. Those around her chuckled and picked up their cards. Brenda laid her red Louis Vuitton purse on her walker. She had left her cane at home, since her last hip surgery. Arthritis is a bitch.
When I saw commercials promoting the upcoming Westminster Dog Show, I got excited. I pointed them out to my husband, and explained how I enjoyed watching the different breeds and the judging.
My husband snorted in disgust. “You really wanta watch that stuff?” he said derisively. “That’s just plain boring.” Then he turned his attention back to a DVR recording of a repeat showing of a 2006 World of Poker competition. “See that? Just watch, now, ‘cause Mike the Mouth has a pocket queen, and the river card is another queen. See?” He smiled triumphantly, vicariously enjoying the excitement of the win. “Next, Brunson will…”
Best of Show 2011: Scottish Deer Hound
By then I had ceased to listen; a switch in my brain had gone to the Off position.
Why can’t he see what I see? The best of each breed in their category will be paraded around the arena and a judge who is a world-class expert in a particular category will examine each dog. An announcer will tell the TV audience about the peculiarities and history of that breed. Then the dog handler will trot the dog around the arena while the camera follows each move, each expression the dog makes. All that is seen of the handler are the legs and shoes—the focus is on the dog and how utterly beautiful he/she is.
If I was on a desert island with electricity, a TV, and a few DVDS (Olympic Figure Skating 2010, 2004 World of Poker Las Vegas, Highlights of Super Bowls 2004- 2010, and Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show 2011), and could chose only one to watch, Westminster would win, hands down. No competition.
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