Would you like some cornflakes?

Right now I'm staring out the window and dreaming of taking a long, hot shower. I love showers. I love the hot water rivulets finding new pathways down my body. I love the clean tiles and the echoes of off-key humming that bounce from them. I love the smell of my Philosophy Coconut Milk shower gel as it permeates the warm steam around me. I love my shower head.

All this shower talk reminds me of the absolute best shower I ever took in my life. Yes, there is an actual shower I can look back upon and think, "Yes, that was the very best shower of my life."

But anyway... We won't go there...

My grandpa just told me a silly story. Since I'm lazy, I'll just summarize it. My grandpa grew up at the end of the Great Depression in Kentucky. It was difficult to scrape up food, even on a farm. I know a lot of times my grandpa and his siblings went without shoes in the winter... Anyway... They lived next to a crazy old drunk man. This man really was crazy... One fall, when chopping firewood, he spotted a flock of magnificent geese (at least four dozen by his estimation) flying closer and closer. Poor man, I can imagine how he felt! Free food!!!! He hurried as fast as his arthritis would permit and quickly located his double-barrel shotgun and a fist-full of bullets. He arrived in the front yard just in time. He suavely loaded his weapon and took aim just as the flock was passing over... Later in the day he told my great-grandpa about the birds. My great-grandpa figured that he would of at least brought down 2 or 3, but it was wishful thinking... "No," the old man said regretfully, "but I managed to round up a bushel basket of geese feet."

It's silly, but hey!! I laughed!!