Text Smakk
While making my lovely drive between Shreveport & Dallas yesterday evening, I'm conducting my usual activity of texting and emailing from my Palm while cruising down the highway at a safe 80mph. So while all engaged in a text and barely paying attention to the freeway, all of a sudden - BAM! As I look up, pieces of tire come flying back from the 18 wheeler directly in front of me. I successfully dodge all the debris and calm down realizing that I haven't been shot, and that the big rig just blew out one of its tires. So I get right back to texting and this is the exchange I have with the Bunny:

Smakk - JESUS. Almost shit pants. 18 wheeler blew tire right in front of me in mid text.

Bunny - Glad u didn't. Just finished laundry.

Funny little bunny, funny....

Christening Smakk
Well it was a little bit different kind of Sunday for Smakk this weekend. No golf, no boat, no movie with flask...no this Sunday, Smakk & the Bunny went to the Catholic Mass for the christening of DrE's little ones - Rocco & Isabella. The ceremonies were cool and it was funny to see my little man Rocco fending off the water and forehead crosses. At one point, I thought we was going to wrestle free from DrE and take a full on dive into the holy water fountain for a mid morning swim.
Now in saying all that, I do not recommend sailing with the Captain until 3am the night before an 11am service. Not being Catholic myself like the Bunny, it gets a little scary when your coming off your buzz and a church full of people start yelling the same thing in unison after the Priest gives some kind of chant code word. Big man on stage throws out, "Peace be with you" and I get a thunder of "and also with you" from the flock. Well flock you too. Maybe if you would all just stop yelling, I could get some peace and this damn headache could go away.
And are you kidding me with all the standing, then sitting, then standing, then kneeling, then standing, etc. Since when did church service incorporate freakin' aerobics? And I have to keep shaking hands with every stranger within 10 yards of me. I don't know where their hands have been. And I sure as shit know that don't know where mine have been. Some antibacterial wet naps in the pews would be nice here. What the hell happens if your both Catholic and a germaphobe? You're fucked. Strange hands grabbing your hands, people eating some white crackers out of same basket, sharing wine out of the same glass....this is not exactly sanitary people.
Anyway...it was actually very good to get my God on for the morning. Just as it was very good to get my Captain on for the night...sail away, sail away....