If Mom Would Only Learn to Tie an Oxygen Tube Around His Ankle, My Father Would Not Arrive Home with a Transformer

It's been a couple of days since the news arrived that Dad disappeared. Usually the sightings are at Chubby's but this time Cynderballz had a hunch he was at the lawnmower repair shop next to Chubby's. He bottomed out his other riding lawn mower from mowing wet grass, despite the warnings to stop mowing wet grass. Of course, his off-roading to, and from, Chubby's is probably not the best keep for a lawnmower, either. 

Either way, Papi Butch got himself a new toy, which I think we should call Bumblebee after the Transformer. 

They already loaded the caution triangle to the back of it, knowing that my father uses it as his golf cart, too, back and forth to the neighborhood bar. He also rides it like a go-kart around the streets, simply because he's bored. I believe it would be beautiful for my sisters and mom to get him a bee costume with antennae so when he's traveling Cherry Heights, he can do so in style.

That's one pimped-out grass cutter, and I'm glad to see he's spending money on something he loves. Now, I'm hoping someone is getting the roller skates ready, because I still can't wait to see the time when Karl visits and Dad is driving him through the streets as if they are a boat and waterskier. I think all the ol' neighbors (what few of them are left) would love to see that.

Teachers are back today, and yesterday's College Essay lab was phenomenal. Inhaling and getting ready to take off in 3...2...1