*wanders in for a cup of tea and some saltines*
Wow, I've been taking a wee break from my medical smoke and not having an appetite has meant five pounds gone in the first three days. I'm not complaining about the weight loss, but the speed it is happening. I've got another week and a half before the next shipment arrives from the government.
I'll just be over in the corner today. I've restarted reading 11/22/63 with it balanced on my lap while I sit on the front steps. (It's a heavy book and my poor hands hurrrrrt, but the lap works.)
Happy Friday, everyone! And a happy Easter to all who are into that sort of thing.
I'm just hanging around in our Dutch Harbor bunkhouse - a bunch of my friends are here, but they are all leaving today. My flight outta here isn't 'til Monday, so I'm really hoping that someone else shows up soon...
Late in, but.... sending you positive-sensitive-vibes, (((Pats))) and to all.... (Happy weekend)
~ There'll be Chocolate, if God wills it. ~
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside. "That laundry is not very clean; she doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap." Her husband looks on, remaining silent. Every time her neighbor hangs her wash to dry, the young woman makes the same comments. A month later, the woman is surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and says to her husband: "Look, she's finally learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this? " The husband replies, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows." And so it is with life... What we see when watching others depends on the clarity of the window through which we look.
Happy it feels odd to be here on Saturday y'all! Great story MadamMack!
I have a story that is along those lines.
A young married couple who lived with the wife's parents longed for the time they would have privacy. They often found it difficult to share intimate time together. The young wife's embarrassment led her to ask her new husband to refer to their marital relations as "doing the laundry." Especially when her parents were around.
He agreed to this arrangement, and often found himself asking hopefully if it was time to do laundry yet. He was too regularly rebuffed by his lovely mate, much to his chagrin.
The day came when the wife cooed. "We can go to the laundry room now, if you like."
The husband replied with a huff. "No thanks, I already did a load by hand."
I'll find my way out with a tepid cup of sweet Earl Grey tea, and a side of Tylenol to go please.
I don't get it. Can someone give me a 'hand' with it??