Tina's Private Internet Cafe

How does one injure both the front and back of their heads at the same time?

I am so glad you asked. I, of course, have an answer. While I was lying in bed this morning, listening to the rain and contemplating life, Michael made some type of smart alecky comment. Normally, being that I am so even tempered and calm, I would just let it slide, but this morning I felt particularly feisty, and I sprang into action. I should preface this by saying that about two and a half feet above our bed, there is an overhanging storage compartment, and you will begin to see why “springing” is a poor choice. Anyways, I sprang, Michael tickled me, I sat up really quickly and cracked the backside of my noggin on the overhang and then the force drove me back down to smash my forehead into one of the corners on his thick German skull. I don’t remember putting stars on the ceiling of the camper, but I sure saw them a few minutes ago. The moral of this story is that people should not pick on me before I am out of bed and have some coffee into me. I bet you thought it was something about controlling my temper and not reacting violently. You thought wrong.

Michael preached at my parents’ church yesterday. It was good. He gets better every time. He is off to speak at the Day Camp again today. The kids are going with him. He had planned to rake his mother’s yard today, but the rain is putting a bit of a damper on that. Get it….damper!

We have one week left in Tisdale. I was telling a group of people yesterday about my experience with the internet café. I did not realize that it is the place for rendezvousing after committing crime in Tisdale! Apparently, after the smarty robbed the bank a couple of years ago, that is where he met up with the getaway car. Had I known that, I would have taken a photo. If ever Tisdale comes up with a town tour, I would suggest that it be put on the list; maybe right after the giant honeybee and billboard of Brent Butt’s face. This bank robber was not actually one of the sharpest cookies in the jar. He waited till he was right in front of the security cameras in the bank and then he put on his mask. So much for anonymity.

I think that I am going to create my own internet café now. With careful deduction we have cracked the wireless internet password for a place that is close to our campground. I think that if I go to 7-11, I might be close enough to it to log on. (it won’t work from the camper.) Follow my thought process now… sev sells coffee and has a “dining in” section... I may be able to establish a network there… we are super sleuths and have cracked the elusive five character password… INTERNET CAFÉ a la Tina!

Well…that didn’t work, but I am now parked on the side of a street with a takeout coffee and a bagle… so what… my internet café is in my truck!