My Own Bucket List

My friend Rhino recently posted a blog titled "The Bucket List". His is pertaining to a movie and one of the things on his checklist of things to do before he dies. My bucket list is very different. Here is my bucket list, best I can remember: ham, hashbrown casserole, green beans, role, diet pepsi, Krystal shake, fries, corn pup, and an apple. We were leaving Thursday morning to go scope out some places to live for the next few months. We have had our parents, my little sister, friends and anyone else looking desperately for options in NC. I woke up early Thursday morning to a rumbly tummy. For the next few hours I stayed very near the bathroom. I will spare you the details but I hope and pray that none of you get this virus. Apparently it is going around. It reminds me of the time me and Rhino helped Big Nate move to Colorado. We drove for two days with a big UHaul trailer. Hitting speeds of more than double the little speed limit sign in the rear view mirror (the one the paint backwards on the trailer). As soon as we pull into the apartment complex we head for the office to get Nate's keys to the third floor apartment he has secured. I spent the next several hours near a bathroom. Then I spent the next 12 hours in Nate's recliner with my pillow and a blanket staring out into the Rockies. They say it was very forlorn of my future days in a sanitorium. During all this my buddies were carrying things up three flights of stairs, then rewarded themselves with some Outback Steakhouse takeout. I recall that particular part as being a little cruel. But I guess the deserve it since the only thing I carried upstairs was my pillow. Why do I tell this story? I think I am allergic to moving stuff...