On Today's Walk (Well, I Walked...Glamis Marked Every Blade of Grass with Her Scent), I Saw a Lot of Mole Activity (Which Means Grubs)...Bringing Me to GrubHub

It seems late in the year for such mole frenzy, but it's what I captured on yesterday's walk with Glamis. Now, Glamis was in her hyper testosterone mode (she's a female) and was set on doing the male dog lift the leg marking thing. I simply say, "Glamis, I see these moments as exercise, reflection, and serenity, and you view them as an Olympic game to urinate on everything. Can't you just walk?"

...in which she sniffed another telephone pole and pee'd on it.

Three moles are walking up a ladder.

The first mole asks, "You smell that? That's definitely chocolate chip cookies." 

The second mole replies, "Nah. You're wrong. It's definitely oatmeal raisin."

The third mole says, however, "I don't know what you two are smelling. All I can smell is molasses."

When I went to sleep last night, it was snowing, but there was definitely a grub fest to be had on Connecticut lawns as mounds piled up everywhere (and Glamis wanted to perfume each and every one).

Which reminded me that the University provided a GrubHub card for the week to offset the service our team is doing, and I had to reflect, "I've never used GrubHub." I went onto the website and found local restaurants that allow its use, but it was overwhelming. So, I went to the grocery store and got materials we would have if we were together: bagels, stuff to make sandwiches, and chips. I intentionally DID NOT by cookies, as Sodexo cookies are the devil. They're too easy to eat and tempting. Instead, I bought materials to make fruit, granola, and yogurt cups. That will work.

The kid and I will use the GrubHub for dinner, but I'm leaving it up to him to figure it out, because I don't have time and he lives for such online, cell-phone activity. 

    Did you hear about the mole that hit the Powerball? He's now a mole-lionaire.

    What do you get if you cross a mole with a sheet of music? A tremendous Mole-ody.

    What do old lady moles use to soften their skin? Oil of Mole-ay.

    Crazy thing. I came home and one of the moles stole my Iphone. I'm like what's up, dude, and he's             like, "I've been looking for a mole-bile device."

    last one.

    At one point, I came across a crew of real punk-ass moles. How did I know this? From their mole-              hawks.

Well, hello, Monday.