Time Flies ©

Whooooooooow Nellie

Holy fuck

It’s fucken Friday again.

WTF is going on?

Is it me or is time flying by at hyper speed?
Can someone check the speed of the earth’s orbit to make sure there are still 24 hours in a day?
I mean wasn’t it just the weekend yesterday?

Let’s see, I went to bed on Sunday night then in the morning went for a piss.
Back to bed
Jerked off then passed out.
I wake up and it’s fucken Friday.
I remember when it used to take forever for the weekend to show up and now the week flies by.

I really began noticing this a couple of weeks ago when I started worrying about going for a piss so often when in fact I was still pissing like before, just time was now flying between each pissing session.
Boy that was a relief to figure out in wasn’t a health issue and only me getting older FAST.

I think I’m going to try and take it easy for the weekend.
Maybe clean house.
Water the forest.
No jerking off that’s for fucken sure.
Probably wake up next month.

They play a whole bunch of old westerns on Saturday mornings I always like to watch.
There is football on Sunday
I’m doing my best here to slow time down people.

I don’t know what it is.
Is it the climate that makes it seem like time is flying or is it all in our heads as we see we are getting older.
Personally I think it’s the weather and how it changing that gives us the illusion of time flying.

My mother called earlier to day and told me to drop everything and run over it was an emergency.
She wanted me to go to the store and buy her eggs.
My father had gone to the doctor and was then supposed to go to see an aunt who is not feeling good so my mother wanted to make some cookies before he got back and caught her.
My mother is a baking freak and goes through 25 pounds of flour a week.
My father says he can’t afford the extra pounds.

I rush to the store for her and go home.
The phone rang and my mother wanted to know if I had some cinnamon.
I brought it over to her and while I was there she asked if I had some cloves.
I went home and returned with the cloves for her.
Thirty minutes later she called to ask if I had some nutmeg.
I brought her over some nutmeg.
Before I even get out of the door she asked if I had some baking powder.
What am I Walker’s Herb and Spice store?
I brought her over some baking powder and stood there waiting to see if she needed something else but she said no.
I went home and an hour later she called again to ask me if I had a dozen eggs because she burnt the cookies and threw them in the garbage and wanted to make more.
Gezzz

I gave her all my eggs and everything else she asked for before again and went back home.
About an hour later the phone rang and it was my mother again and she asked me to come over.
I crawled off of the couch and walked out the back door and into my father who just got back from my aunt’s.
We both walked through the back door and into the kitchen together.
You could smell the fresh cookies in the air.

My mother had her back to us running around the kitchen with a can of spray saying she had to get rid of the cookie smell before my father got home.
In a clear voice he asked her if he should leave and come back later.
She almost shit her pants at his voice.

“Sigh” Parents

I don’t know what’s worse, kids or parents.

Have a nice weekend.

Walker