Toilets, Red Dogs, and Money

I know, I know...a rather diverse and seemingly unrelated set of topics for one post. However, please read in awe as I string together an essay that amazingly makes sense of the senseless...

It all started with boredom. SWMBO's that is. You all know how she can be. So we set off this morning on a mini-adventure ("mini" because anything that happens within five miles of CG can't possibly be considered a "grand" adventure).

First stop: the Scenic Flint Hills trailhead, where we walked for a while and saw an owl of gargantuan proportions. Sadly, that photo was a study in blurriness, so there is no objective documentation of "gargantuan." You will just have to take my word on it (get it....my word? Oh, I slay myself).

After all that hiking, it was time for a bathroom break.

(You have got to be kidding. There is no way we are both going to fit in here, SWMBO.)

Next, we stopped in at the antique/junk store in town. I was super-fascinated by this red dog. Did I mention that it was red? I mean, really? Sounds like a soda drink or something.

Finally, we stopped at the convenience store to put some gas in the blue bomb. I was feeling like a lucky dog (after all, at least I wasn't for sale in some junk store), so I bought me a lottery ticket.

 There. Now please let me know that you are duly impressed with how I made this post "add up!"

BIG GROAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!