I read in a journal where someone's grandson calls senior citizens white tops. I would prefer to be called a white top any day compared to old geezer. When you're a white top your past time becomes going to different doctors, having tests, filling prescriptions. Yesterday the dermatolagist took five places (thats country talk for pre skin cancer spots) off my face from when I was young and having fun in the sun. Just to put it mildly I look like a cross between a cat fight and a spotted leopard. It hasn't kept this white top home though. We went to visit our 99 year old white top friend today. As soon as I walked into her room she said don't you think you're wearing your rouge a little high? We stopped at Whata burger and John grabbed my place (that country word again, this time it means where I want to sit) where I can see the door and the counter. The reason for this is so where he points our funny things or people I can see without turning my head around to stare. If I'm looking straight ahead can I help it if people are in my view? If I turn my head I'm being rude and I certainly wouldn't ever want to be that. A heavy set man came up to the counter wearing suspenders. John said look how that man's body spills over his belt. I bet its much worse in the front. Then a man walked up to get a soft drink. John said that man's shirt is out just like mine always is but if he had on overalls like that man who just went out the door he wouldn't have a problem. We moved on down the street to Wal*Mart and everyone we saw at Whatabuger was in there. Can't you tell we're starved for entertainment? We had checked the cows early but there wasn't any news there. No new baby calves, no cows out on the highway, no beer cans on the ground. The boat was moved to the other side of the stock tank. Shelly Marie was mouthing off or mooing off because her calf was on the other side of the fence but that was not a problem since it is a cross fence.