Victoria and my secret

As I’m sitting here trying to think of something to write, my wife is sitting in the living room watching the “Victoria’s Secret” special on T.V. Which makes me wonder …why am I sitting writing on my blog when there is a “Victoria’s Secret” special on. You want to know why? Because of you, gentle readers. I know there is a lot of you out there who will get borderline suicidal if you don’t get to read something new on my blog everyday, and since I haven’t wrote anything since the 1st I’m sure the suicide rate nationwide has went up a few percentage points. The reason for my absence is because I had schoolwork and lots of it. But I’m back now and I’ll try to keep up. Put the gun down, put the pills back in the medicine cabinet; I’m back.

LOUIE WATCH
I needed Louie to help me cut some metal today. I looked in the front of the shop; he wasn’t there. I went to the back to the paint room; he wasn’t there. I looked in the office, the bathroom, and the tire bay; he wasn’t there. I go outside. Here comes Louie about a block and a half away walking back to the shop. “What are you doing,” I asked?
“Oh, there was a tree down there that looked like it needed cut down, so I went down there and asked them if I could cut it down for firewood,” Louie says.
Why would a person, in the middle of the morning an hour away from break, walk three blocks down the street to ask someone if they could cut down their tree? Why, if you were going to go ask someone if you could cut down their tree, would you not tell your boss? I’m serious, if someone can see the logic in this, please, let me know.