As I pull into the shopping center, I roll down my window...

Me: Sir! Excuse me, Sir!

Nice Looking Older Man (who just got out of pick-up truck): Looks at me like I’m crazy

Me (not suppressing the giggles): You have a label on the back of your jeans!

NLOM: Blank expression

Me: (Still giggling and pointing at his butt, thinking maybe he isn’t understanding my English; predominately Mexican population here): You have one of those really long labels running down the back of your leg!

NLOM (Finally dawns on him what I’m saying): Turns and grabs the back of his jeans.

Me: The other one!
 
NLOM: Tears off the label

Me: I give him a thumbs up (both of us laughing mightily)

NLOM: I be stylin’!

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! the rest of the day.

Our Neighbor's Dog

Snoopy, our neighbor’s dog, gets out of their yard a lot. (He’s lonely.) Today I was cleaning out my craft room and left the gate open while I loaded some boxes into my car to donate and he ran into the back yard before I could stop him. Dawn let Gibbs out first and they ran and ran. We put him back in the house and let Winnie out and they ran and ran and ran and ran and Clover joined in. Then they were all out together and had a party.

This is what happened when we tried to get him to leave. He loves us. I ended up carrying him back home.

I uploaded this video to YouTube in case you can't view it here.