Now You See Me; Now You Still See Me

I was so excited when I ran across this on the web. This is the restaurant where my parents first met. It was next to the Edina Theater on 50th & France. How much fun to have this show up out of the blue.

It’s raining like crazy and there’s thunder, although I haven’t seen any lightning. Wish I could crawl back into bed and just lay there reading and snuggling with Freckles but I guess someone has to pay the mortgage and so far Freckles hasn’t looked really hard for work. She keeps telling me if she doesn’t get her 23 hours of sleep every day she’s just no good. I’m beginning to feel the same way.

This weekend I saw a van on Hennepin that was painted to let everyone know that the rapture will be on May 21st. Of course this creates all sorts of problems for me. My mortgage is due on the 20th and I can’t help but wonder if I should even bother. What does one wear to a rapture? I mean if I’m taken (I believe Vegas is giving that a 100 to 1 shot) I don’t want to wear a dress because when I rise up everyone below will be able to see my underwear. If I’m not taken (much better odds) do I dress to run away from four horsemen? Would it help if I have some sugar cubes in my pocket?

I know, it won’t be so funny on May 22nd. Of course, if it doesn’t happen we still have 12/21/12 when the end of the Mayan calendar occurs to look forward to. With the end of the world just around the corner, there is so much to do. But first, I think I’ll crawl back into bed and snuggle with Freckles.