My kids are telling me this is a sign not to build up there and time to quit riding motorcycles. This has got me rethinking everything I'm afraid.
You know I cut my finger slicing onions and it's a sign I shouldn't eat food anymore.
You know I tripped over a bunched up rug and that's a sign to build tile and marble floors.
You know I read where Wolfy ran over a sandbag or cement sack and he's scared of a cement foundation to the house so sand it is.
You know I let people assume and I begin to assume crazy signs I should have a sign that says 'kick me' when I begin to take life seriously and begin to plan every second I won't be in harms way.
You know I run a big fat rubber baby buggy bumper on my bike so if I run into a rain storm I need a ground system, because my kids say that lightening is going to hit me next time I drive/ride/walk to the mailbox.
You know I let my mind play games wit me and they win with no logic/common sense behind it.
You know..... I-I-can't believe what I'm hearing, and it's not butter!