If You're Gonna Be Dumb.....

Ya gotta be tough.  Luckily I had a full measure of both this morning, so it worked out okay.

This was the scene at our house this morning after Malorie came downstairs and looked out of the living room window:

Malorie:  What's wrong with the convertible?

Me:  I don't know Malorie, what's wrong with the convertible?

It isn't in the driveway.

*I looked outside.  Sure enough, the convertible was not in the driveway.  Neither was the truck.  Dang.*

I'm not sure where the car is.  I'm going to call your dad at work to see if he took it (never mind that that wouldn't explain the fact that not just one but two cars are missing from our driveway!)  You guys go ahead and go to school so you're not late.

The kids leave in the van and I call Shad at work.

Honey, what car did you take to work last night?

Shad:  The truck.  Why?

Well, we might have a little problem.  The car is gone.

(After a brief pause)  No it's not.  I picked you up from work yesterday and we didn't pick it up before we came home.

Oh.

Can everyone get to where they need to go?  I'll be leaving in about 20 minutes or so, or if you need me to I can come home now.

The kids already left for school.  I guess I'll ride the motorcycle to work.

You do realize that the high today is supposed to be like 45 degrees, right?

Yeah.  :( 

So I rode the motorcycle to work this morning.  It was a little chilly and a little windy but thankfully I was all geared up in my leathers and my helmet for the ride in.  I had to explain to everyone that it wasn't in my original plan to be tough (or dumb!) this morning but that it had been forced upon me.  I'm just glad that I made the call to Shad and not to the police, since they would have almost had to have driven right by my car to get to my house.  Now that would have been embarrassing!  Nevertheless, that song has been running through my mind all morning.......

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up,

I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer but I know enough, to know,

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

 

Well, I drenched my brain with Rot-Gut whiskey

'Till all my pain was chicken fried

And I had dudes with badges frisk me

Teach me how to swallow pride

I took advice no fool would take

I got some habits I can't shake

I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up

That's the way it is in life and love

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

I've been up and down and down and out

I've been left and right and wrong

Yeah, I've walked the walk and I've run my mouth

I've been on the short end for too long

But if they gave medals for honky tonk wars

Hell, I'd put mine in my chest of drawers

With my I.R.S. bills and divorce papers and all that stuff

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up

I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough.