Potato Chip in a Cloud

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This summer I took a picture of these clouds. Actually, I have a digital camera, so I took 3,785 pictures. After deleting 3762 photos, I noticed something rather shocking.

If you scan the photo very quickly with squinted eyes that are blurred by computer overuse, you will see the outline of a potato chip in the clouds. Not just any chip, but a kettle fried chip. You know, the kind that are all crinkley  and disfigured.

When I told my neighbor Lestor about the find, word got out. Lester must have a lot of relatives. The photo went viral in the Goshen News and Wakarusa Tribune. Suddenly people began showing up at my house to see the actual photo of the potato chip.

In the last week, over 18,000 pilgrims have showed up at my doorstep to view the potato chip photo. Campers are parked on a 5 mile stretch of road leading up to our house, neighbors are selling tickets to see the photo, visitors’ dogs are barking their brains out 24 hours a day, and toilet paper is blowing everywhere.

This is out of control.

Yesterday, a guy appeared at my door wearing a t-shirt proclaiming, “I SAW THE POTATO CHIP”.

People are kissing hand, my computer, and my pantry doors.

I’m just glad that I didn’t see a NASCAR in the clouds.

Teddy Roosevelt Loves Ice Cream

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The other day I was walking by the General Store, in Redstone Colorado. I looked over and who should I see? Teddy Roosevelt. Looking very presidential, eating an ice cream cone.

I sauntered over to him and said, “Mr. President, what’s your favorite kind of  ice cream?”

“Anything,” he huffed, “that Barack Obama DOESN’T like!”

I shook his hand, thanked him for his service, and marched away.

My Lousy Commute

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When people hear that I live in Marble, Colorado, they usually say, “Whoa! That’s a long commute.”

There’s  reason I live in Marble. You can see an example of that reason in the photo above. I took this photo out the window of my car on the way to work this week. This spot is just  few miles from my house.

It’s like living in a National Park.

Don’t pity me.

Free gas would be ok, though.

Cheap Bread

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A few days ago I bought some rock hard demi baguette bread for my son Caleb, who is having wisdom teeth issues. He gnaws on the bread and it gives him some relief from his discomfort.

My daughters served a few loaves of that bread with our spaghetti the other night. As we all sat around “chewing” on that devil bread, I said “Boy, if you don’t have loose teeth before eating this bread, you will afterwards!”

Not five minutes later, my son Elijah said “Whoa, I just lost my tooth!” Sure enough, one of his semi-loose teeth popped out of his mouth.

I think the Tooth Fairy forgot to deliver that night. He, I mean she, must’ve been visiting the dentist with her own loose teeth.

I’ll Sleep in the Garage

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Yesterday our garage floor was poured, heaters were installed in the house, kitchen cabinets arrived, and Gunnison County graded our road. Whew! I could hardly keep up with the action.

The garage is going to be an unbelievable “Man Cave”.

I’m already making plans to camp in the garage.