Wrangling with the new pup. 29 years of sobriety yesterday. The missus turns 60 Tues, our 33 anniversary is on the solstice. Quite the month. This years present to the family members is a cheapie first aid kit embellished with a MUSA tourniquet, half dozen 20″ zip ties, and a pack of quick clot gauze, all meant for the car. Hopefully it never gets touched, however in the new world order a certain level of preparedness is called for. Thanks to you for the words of humor and wisdom that make life a bit more palatable. never change sir.
Happy happy joy joy to thee and thine, good sir. I’m only 11 years on the straight and narrow so I can’t even see yis up there on the podium, with the medal, the bouquet, and the hotties licking your hairy old ears.
Excellent choice of presents. I’m forever faced with some class of an injury that’s either too big or too small for the Band-Aids at hand. So I usually just pour tequila over it (for medicinal purposes only, mind you, not to be taken internally) and swaddle the fucker in Saran Wrap.
Meanwhile, “wisdom,” ye say? As Lazarus Long said to Ira Weatheral, “Son, you’ve come to the wrong window. Try across the hall.”
But I’ll strive to bring the hee and also the haw until the Thought Police kick down the door, never fear. Afterward, too.
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12 days to Christmas, too. Just got all the stuff in the mail.
“And hey babe, the sky’s on fire. I’m dying, ain’t I? Going to Carolina in my mind.”
That nice picture brought that lyric to mind.
Ah, Sweet Baby James. Herself and I saw him at Fiddler’s Green up to Den-vaire. Top-shelf show it was.
Did you know that two Beatles performed on that number? I didn’t.
I didn’t either. Great story on his writing of the lyrics and recording the song at Apple Record’s studio.
Wrangling with the new pup. 29 years of sobriety yesterday. The missus turns 60 Tues, our 33 anniversary is on the solstice. Quite the month. This years present to the family members is a cheapie first aid kit embellished with a MUSA tourniquet, half dozen 20″ zip ties, and a pack of quick clot gauze, all meant for the car. Hopefully it never gets touched, however in the new world order a certain level of preparedness is called for. Thanks to you for the words of humor and wisdom that make life a bit more palatable. never change sir.
Happy happy joy joy to thee and thine, good sir. I’m only 11 years on the straight and narrow so I can’t even see yis up there on the podium, with the medal, the bouquet, and the hotties licking your hairy old ears.
Excellent choice of presents. I’m forever faced with some class of an injury that’s either too big or too small for the Band-Aids at hand. So I usually just pour tequila over it (for medicinal purposes only, mind you, not to be taken internally) and swaddle the fucker in Saran Wrap.
Meanwhile, “wisdom,” ye say? As Lazarus Long said to Ira Weatheral, “Son, you’ve come to the wrong window. Try across the hall.”
But I’ll strive to bring the hee and also the haw until the Thought Police kick down the door, never fear. Afterward, too.