Keep this song looping in your head for the length of this blog post:
Now, just substitute "Rhondo" for "Rico".
Our boy attempted a big move on Tuesday afternoon.
Chris was up north at a two day conference.
That left Rhondo, Splitty the Maul, and myself to fend for ourselves.
Rhondo was already depressed.
He's "Mommy's boy" through and through.
Seeing as how Doc and the family have been extremely busy of late, I decided to do a "drive by" dinner prep for them.
Nothing fancy, just a pot roast and the usual side items.
I figured if nothing else, Rhondo would cheer up playing with the dogs over at the farm.
Rhondo was up for it, so I checked to see if Splitty the Maul wanted to come along.
Splitty the Maul has always enjoyed going to the farm.
But not Tuesday.
He had a project.
Splitty was busy shelling a bushel of fresh lima beans.
With Splitty occupied for the day, Rhondo and I headed over to the farm.
He'd never met Mini-D and Sero before.
From left to right: Mini-D, Rhondo the Wonder Idiot, Sero
Since the dogs were getting along fine, I stepped inside and began prepping dinner.
I checked on them throughout the afternoon.
Rhondo and Sero were running all over the place for most of the time.
Mini-D was content to remind everybody just who's in charge.
Being in charge comes with responsibilities.
One of which is not taking a nap on the back steps.
Mini-D drifted off for a few seconds.
Rhondo saw his chance.
He got in touch with his "inner lounge lizard".
All he was missing was a the bad cologne, a white shirt open to the third button, and a gold chain.
He eased his way over.
He dropped his best line.
She bought into it.
Unfortunately, I was watching.
Nobody's having no babies in the backyard on my watch.
I yelled at Rhondo.
His macho, suave demeanor collapsed into a "hand caught in the cookie jar" perp walk.
Hard to get her back in the mood after a moment like that.
That's the way it goes sometime.
"Rhondo..Suave.....The Two Foot Love Machine".
Try and drink that out of your heads.
Let me know if you find a combo that works.
Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.
Air Traffic Mike, ret.
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