The bottom line is this.

I… am a TootleHead.  Not just any ordinary TootleHead.  No.  I am a big, fat, hairy Polly-Waddle-Doodle-All-The-Day-TootleHead.

The past 24 hours or so …  the air has been whistling right through my ears.  I tootled like a dang flute.

Proof?  You need proof, you say?

Okay.

Tonight, I got in to the shower and realized I still had my socks on.  That’s a TootleHead thing to do.

At breakfast this morning, I dropped an entire bowl of grits on the kitchen floor.  Not so good for me.  Good for the dogs.

I drove several miles on I-70 today.  Unfortunately, I was headed in the wrong direction.  Tootle.

This afternoon, I really felt like having a Grilled Chicken Sandwich from McDonald’s.  So I stopped and picked one up.  Either it is still sitting on their counter… or that chicken sandwich is on the road somewhere between Eaton and Camden.  (And the wind goes whipping the down plains… Tootle).

And this might be the icing on the cake today.  I had to go to the big Wal-mart… for I needed many different things.. and wanted to pick them up as quickly as possible.  $174 odd dollars worth of things.  Next, I decided my car was dirty from all that highway-driving… albeit in the wrong direction.  So, I needed a quick stop at the car wash.

Wellllll… it helps if you close your trunk…. after you’ve just stopped at the Wal-mart… and placed $174  worth of merchandise in said trunk.

TootleHead.  I only realized it was open… when….  in the final phase of the wash… during the big blowing dryers… that I heard the trunk slam shut.

Soggy trunk.  Soggy merchandise.  But very, very,  clean.

So  tonight, I am sitting very still, and hoping that… somehow… I can make it to bed time without stepping on a dog, knocking over a glass, or breaking the computer.  There is a wall I will probably walk into….  head first.

But sometimes… it simply goes that way.  And tomorrow is another day.

“The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.” – John Powell