Here We Go Again

For some strange reason I thought that income tax time was only about two weeks ago, oh well it's time to get organized, submit the papers and wait for the accountant to give me the bad news. I, for some reason, always thought that when you stopped working you wouldn't have to worry about taxes. Hello, wake up.
The other day, my daughter Erin asked me if I knew the Old Mother Hubbard nursery rhyme. You know the one that goes; "Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to fetch her poor dog a bone. But when she got there, the cupboard was bare and so the poor dog had none." That's the only part I knew and didn't realize that this rhyme goes on and on. Further into this little children's nursery rhyme the dog dies then they have him laughing, dancing, smoking etc etc. Don't believe me? Click on Old Mother Hubbard . I wonder if the Three Blind Mice had automated lamellar keratoplasty regained their eyesight, and had all their little friends thinking they were still blind, got government disability pay and laughed all the way to the bank.
I finally got some recent pictures of Buddy aka Sean, thank you Meaghan for finding the camera. That was a shot.
A friend of mine, Mike Jordan, sent this video. No, this is not The Michael Jordan, this guy is white and probably made about 100 million dollars less.