"Hello, Low IQers!" (as Mr. Know-It-All used to say),
and welcome to my ____ ...(What's the word I'm looking for here? Anybody? "Yes, you in the, uh, vest, is it?")... of today's Bonehead Blog Hop. More Boneheads can be found HERE.
"Why don't you forget the moose... for a moment?!"
Yes, forget the moose (forget 'Mr. Know-It-All', too), because what we are talking about here today is forgetfulness, but it has nuttin' to do with mooses. What it has to do with is... is... uhm... well, boy-howdy, I forget what it has to do with. (You know, he really MUST have hated that moose, don'tcha think?)
...Dogs! Well, not dogs, but DOGGY BAGS! That's the forgetful thing we're remembering to yak about here today. (Now I remember!)
Is there any one thing that you can do better'n anyone else can? Most people would answer no to that question, but I can answer yes.
Nobody ever lived who could forget their doggy bags better'n I could. If every doggy bag I ever asked for in a restaurant and then left sitting on the table when I walked out could magically appear before me right this second, I could eat for about a year. (Of course, some of those leftovers may be a bit stale at this point.)
Seriously, I have no idea how many doggy bags I've requested and then forgotten to take home with me, but it's a
|"FOOD TO TAKE OUT" - yeah, good luck with that!|
[Be aware that the voting window for my most recent 'Battle Of The Bands' installment (Traffic Vs. Kracker) is still open for this one last day. If you haven't voted and want to, click HERE]
~ Stephen T. McCarthy