Father's day has come and gone and unfortunately, I didn't get to talk to either my Dad or my daughter on Father's Day. Jennifer and I were missing each other all weekend and playing a monster game of phone tag. Dad and Shirley were out when I called last night. Jennifer sent me a gift card for Lowe's and a book on golf inspired by a man who is dying. God arranges for 18 holes with world luminaries and if he wins, he lives. If he doesn't, he dies. Doesn't sound like my God, but it should be an interesting read with the likes of Marilyn Monroe and Leonardo Da Vinci playing golf. I will hit Lowes in the next week and see about getting some things for the backyard. I'd like to get a clock and a large thermometer to mount on the house.
This weekend I tended to take it easy as it was fairly warm and I wanted to just relax in the pool and take it easy after Darla was gone last week. We considered taking the jet ski out, but it seemed like a lot of work and Daniel had to work on Saturday. I got a sunburn for my efforts as I fell asleep on a raft floating on the pool and my swim suit hiked up and exposed some virgin white flesh to the rays of the sun. My upper thighs are the color of a taillight right now. It was nice to relax with Darla and just take it easy. We barbecued chicken Saturday night and ate on the patio next to the pool. Darla cut up some fresh fruit including watermelon and we enjoyed our backyard oasis. We have enjoyed the pool so much, we wish we had done it eight years ago when we moved into the house.
As you can see from the pictures, Buddy got his annual summer cut and we were able to get the jet ski moved into the driveway on the side of the house. We had hoped to leave Buddy's hair a little longer, but his hair gets matted along his skin and it is easier for the groomer to cut him short. They did leave a little more hair, but he went from a red dog to a white one overnight.
It is payday today and I have to get the minions paid, so this won't be long. I did terminate the front desk position. The young lady missed three of the first six days and then when I sat down to talk to her about it, she said, "This probably isn't the best time to ask, but I need Wednesday and Friday off." I gave her a permanent time off as I told her it just wasn't working out. She will land another job as she interviews very well. She apparently just doesn't like to work. I have a replacement in working for me now from an agency. The cost is higher, but if it doesn't work out, I just ask them to send me a replacement.
I have had some interesting employees over the years including a girl with food allergies who used a portable fan because she had such bad gas. She also had to sit on a hard surface seat because the soft surfaces caused her to flatulate. She was a very nice girl, but was too high maintenance. She would also fart in meetings and then leave the room, leaving the rest of us gasping. Food allergies, eh? She was with a temp firm and I was able to get out of that one without too much stink.
The pastor continues his series on love and told the story this weekend of the first Husband store in New York City. The store has six stories and the rule is that you can purchase a husband on any of the floors, but once you have moved up from a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the store. A woman entered the store and on the first floor there was sign that read: "Husbands for sale. On this floor each man has a job." The woman got on the elevator and went to the second floor. On that floor the sign read: "Husbands for sale. On this floor each man has a job and loves children." The woman got on the elevator and went to the third floor. On that floor the sign read: "Husbands for sale. Each man has a job, loves children and is drop dead gorgeous." The woman was excited, but got on the elevator to see what was on the fourth floor. On that floor, the sign read: "Husbands for sale. Each man has a job, loves children, is drop dead gorgeous and is a hopeless romantic." The woman was thrilled and ran for the elevator. On the fifth floor the sign read: "Husbands for sale. Each man has a job, loves children, is drop dead gorgeous, is a hopeless romantic, cooks and does housework." The woman was ecstatic and couldn't wait to get to the sixth floor, where the sign read: "Welcome to the sixth floor. You are the 6,475,325th visitor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely to prove that women are impossible to please."
I did play golf this past week. I played Woodcreek on Wednesday and shot 41+40=81. I also played with Boyd, Bob and Mel on Saturday and shot 42+42=84 at Diamond Oaks. I will play in the second Diamond tournament on Saturday. The tournament is a Stableford scoring event with points for birdies, eagles and double eagles. Zero points for par and negative points for bogey or worse. It will be fun and I play with Bob Pando, Boyd and Mel Padeirnos.
Well, that's it. I have to get on to payroll. Have a great week and keep your white upper thighs out of the sun. Ciao.
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