Lisa and I had a lengthy and passionate disagreement in the car this weekend. I sneezed, she blessed me, then I sneezed again, and she did NOT bless me! Just silence! "Hello! I've sneezed again! You are required to re-bless me!" I said.

"No," she said, "once I've blessed you, that counts for ALL the sneezes in that sneeze-group."

I say that you are required to bless someone after the LAST sneeze. I will also accept the German "gesundheit" but I think that's kind of phoning it in, and not a real blessing.

If five sneezes in a row occur, you must say "Goodness."

Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I have sneezed without a proper blessing, so from this point on, I cannot guarantee what kind of bad things will happen to me.

With June about here, I'm looking forward to seeing some summer concerts! Here are my all time favorite and least favorite concerts, and runners up!

Runner up favorite: Bob Seger

Bob hadn't performed in something like 15 years. Heck it seemed like no one had even seen him in 15 years. He came out with glasses and grey hair and reclaimed all those great old songs, with his heart in every one. Hearing the first guitar chords of "Night Moves" made everybody cry. Well, me anyway!

Favorite: Prince

I saw him at the height of his 1980s "1999" and "Purple Rain" days. He was like some mad, purple lace-wearing genius-scientist conducting this crazy explosion of sight and sound. Every note was perfect, yet somehow free and uninhibited. I left that show completely drained and satisfied. I'd never seen anything like it.

Runner up least favorite: Bob Dylan

He pulled a dark, floppy hat over his eyes and mumbled and hurried through what we think were his greatest hits, but no one was sure. We had to keep asking each other "Is that "Blowin' In The Wind?" He clearly didn't want to be there.

Least favorite:  Bruce Springsteen

Here's the announcement I would have like to have heard when this show started: "First, I'd like to apologize for starting 90 minutes late. I know it's a weeknight, and a lot of you need to work tomorrow. Next, I want to let you know that I'm not going to be doing any of the songs you all know and love, like 'Born To Run,' or 'Born In The USA,' or 'Hungry Heart.' I'm getting tired of all those. I'm just going to do obscure album cuts that only the die-hard fans will know and appreciate. The rest of you might as well leave now!"

It's hard to be mad at somebody I share a first name with, but I've always felt cheated by that show! Call me, Bruce, and we'll discuss!

When you get a pet, you make a deal: you'll love them and care for them, but you know that one day they're going to break your heart. I'm sad to tell you that the puppy we adopted died suddenly yesterday. We'll never know exactly why, but we're pretty sure it was an undetected heart condition.

My daughter is feeling pretty low right now, all of us are, and it's tough for me to be strong Daddy and keep it toghther to comfort her. We do know we'll get another dog soon.

To our cute, friendly, fluffy, happy little Lilac, thanks for coming into our lives. Even though you weren't with us long, you gave our family many moments of joy, happiness and love, gifts we will cherish forever.

Big Dog