Quietly replaced the wife's Tampax while she slept with a party popper, leaving the string out.

She has no sense of humor.

This is the style of play I watched growing up:


One of my all time favorites.

~

... and his All Star backup band:

Sometimes it feels like there are 8 days in a week.

And when it feels that way on Monday -

I'm thinking: Uh Oh.

I ate some bad sausages last night.

I awoke at 4:30am and spent the next 45 minutes 'expunging' them.

The sausages were in an unopened package I had purchased that afternoon.

My rear end is now resting.

I wrote earlier about denting my rear bumper on my car.

The estimate I received said $1,300.00 to fix it.

I dropped off my car on Wednesday and got it back on Friday.

The garage replaced the impact bar, painted and put on a new bumper, washed and waxed the outside and detailed the inside.

After my deductible, my final cost was $500.00 and the car looks like brand new.

Yes, I'm happy.

I live in a secure building, which means the front and back entrances lock after entrance or exit.

Sometimes I hear someone outside one of the doors knocking, trying to gain entry.

It might be the mail carrier, or a delivery person, or a friend of a resident.

This song then pops into my head:


Good luck!

So I'm at work last night. I had just entered one of the three buildings to do a small job. The guy who works there was on the phone. He asked me if I had any sweeper bags in my building. I said yeah, two. I figured he must be on the phone with the supervisor, because he said I was supposed to bring this guy one. So I asked if he (the supervisor, I thought) wanted me two walk all the way back for one sweeper bag. The guy on the phone said yes. So I turned to go back and said flippantly "Why doesn't he get off his lazy ass and get it himself?"

I walk back, pick up the bag from my storage locker and return. I start talking with one of the supervisors from the office, when the owner of our business shows up outside this person's office.

With bag in hand, I step out into the hallway and give him the bag. He takes the bag and starts screaming at me about the bag not being in this buildings' supply cabinet (which is not my fault. The other supervisor left it and two others in my supply cabinet) and how he'd been waiting 20 minutes for it (more like 5) and that he heard me call him a lazy ass on the phone. Before I could say anything (like, most importantly I wasn't talking about HIM), he tells me to keep my MFing mouth shut and if I said one more word I was fired. He then turns and storms off.

Okay, okay, I shouldn't have called our supervisor a lazy ass. BUT, he is one of the guys and we say shit like that to each other all the time. The owner is not a well liked person. Not just for his work decisions, but because he never smiles and walks around with a scowl on his face all the time. Yeah, bad person to think I was lipping off to him.

I found out AFTER all of this from the coworker on the phone that our supervisor and two other workers are not allowed onto the work site because they're not vaccinated.

Of course I would have told the owner I didn't know it was him and would apologize.

I just didn't get the chance.

Irony is this: I came back to the same building 3 hours later and the sweeper bag was still lying on the floor by the sweeper.

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I've noticed that people my age are generally non compliant when it comes to trying new food.

After 18 years of being raised on southern cooking, the first thing I did when I moved away from home was to start sampling cuisine that was not what I was used to.

My taste buds were delighted.

You offer me something new and I will say yes, please...

even if it looks and sounds disgusting.

What is life but enjoying everything you can -

while you can?

~

For a long time, people have posed questions about being ship-wrecked on a deserted island.

Queries like:

Who would you want to be with

and

one thing you could take with you.

I propose a more realistic scenario:

Who or what would you want during a pandemic lock down?

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