Hoodies Scare Me…

I don’t know if it is the sign of the times, or just part of the ramifications of the Trayvon Martin shooting incident, but I am highly suspicious of people with their hoodies pulled over their heads. Especially in the dark of night before dawn. I don’t even wear mine nearly as much as well.   I was laying in bed about 5am this morning when Maggie goes absolutely bat shiat crazy!  I decide to get up and turn on all the lights inside and out.  I couldn’t find anything wrong so I left to go get my six Coca-Colas for the day.  As I was backing out of the driveway, I almost hit a man with camouflage pants on, tan army style boots, and a jet black hoodie.  He came out of the shadows and just looked shady. I didn't see him at all and almost hit him! I couldn’t see his face as well as he had a hoodie on pulled over his head. All I could see was the dark hooded cloaked looking fellow that was highly suspicious. “Hmmm,” I thought to myself. “So this is what Maggie was going gangbusters over.” Dearest Maggie! Breakfast is Served! One good way to coax Maggie inside during a doggie Tourette's incident like this morning it is to ask her if she is ready to eat, or you ask her if she is hungry as you holler it out the open back door.  She knows the words very well and her stomach is her guiding force.  She will come flying through that dog door as if she was starving.  I didn’t feel like cooking much today once again, thoug...
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