I have always (it seems) had a problem selecting the right container for left overs. Usually I pick one too big. Now I just hold the two up that I think might work and Sherry will nod to the correct one. She never misses. Right size every time.
She knows Navy Blue ain’t black, and that navy blue don’t match black. What?
So I cannot wear navy blue socks with black pants if I plan to cross my legs and show my socks. AND what if I have an accident and some nurse laughs at the old man who can’t tell Navy from Black.
I take her word for the matching stuff, cause she knows things that I don’t. Did you know jeans sheets get dirty?
WE normally do not give birthday presents, this year the girl done something different. I opened my card and there was a hundred $20 bills. Okay not a hundred of ‘em but $200 worth. So yesterday I finally spent my present. I ordered a spanking new Milwaukee cordless drill and impact tool from Amazon. I mean, they sell my books, I should do business with them. Wow whata deal, $202.
(My buddy Sonny would be proud of me, he preferred Milwaukee, I was always too cheap to buy them)
“What is this $202 on the credit card?” SHE ASKS!
“Honey, that is my Birthday present!”
“Didn’t I give you CASH?” Women know too danged much (as my buddy Sonny would say).
“Okay, it is next years present!”
“And how do you know that you will get a present next year?” I guess she doesn’t need a lesson in logic, so I will shut up until I find a good response to that.
Tastes? As I sit here I am eating salty peanuts and an orange. Orange and peanuts seem to go together.
(I stole these from ‘The blind pig and an acorn’)
At our house we called milk Sweet or butter. Cornbread and sweet Milk or butter milk. Crackers and sweet milk. Now don’t ax me why. It is what mama said.
Sardines go with crackers and water. Growing up I ate sardines. Dad loved them. Once while grocery shopping (not long after we were married), I grabbed a couple cans of sardines. When I got around to opening one, it was yellow. I threw the can away, knowing it was rotten (you know you cannot go by the smell of sardines. haha). Then I read on the other can, PACKED IN MUSTARD! How could that be? God created sardines packed in oil, not mustard, not ketchup, not hot sauce; OLIVE OIL, for heavens sake. Oh well, live and learn, maybe?
Thanks for coming by the crazy log.
Observations on Growing Older
**** You use more four-letter words -- "What?"..."When?"
**** Your husband has a night out with the guys but he's home by 9:00 PM; next week it will be 8:30 PM.
**** You read 100 pages into a book before you realize you've read it.
1954 Packard Panther, GRP (Glass reinforced plastic or fiberglass) body. straight 8 engine, 275 HP and done 131+ MPH at Daytona. Never made production I think.