| Me again, and still confused... When screwing things up at times, I used to feel terrible; like I was the dumbest person on the planet. But after reading about Little Red Riding Hood, I'm feelin' better. Humph... she's so stupid she couldn't figure out a talking wolf in drag wasn't her grandmother! |
| the wolf was probably flaming... and liked that sorta fetish... |
| It's me again, and still confused. "What are your plans if you become rich and famous if closing on that big deal you're working on?" The wife asked while rapidly dicing up veggies for dinner. "Oh, I think I'll become a philanderer like Bill Clinton, the papers said... especially for women starting a business," I boasted. "What!!!" she blew up, shaking her choppin' knife at me. "Just try it, buster, and you'll go to bed a man but wake up a unic!" Geeesh! What's eatin' her? I wondered. If Clinton can give away lots o' money, why can't I? "And what the hell is a unic(k), anyway? I can't find it anywhere in the dictionary. Oy, still confused. |
| Me again, and still confused. Hmm, since our govt is deeply mired into a stalemate over a budget bill, I seem to recall a similar resistance in 2010 when Pelosi insisted: "we must pass this bill to see what's in it." It got me to thinkin' during my doctor's visit today... isn't that the same thing as a stool sample? Oy, still confused. |
| Me again, and still confused. I know I still have a New England accent, but geeze... what's the nation coming to? I went into a hardware store yesterday and asked a clerk where I could find some good caulk, and he only broadly smiled at me and winked. I immediately left that store and all the way over to Home Depot, I practiced really hard at pronouncing that blasted "L". Oy ve, I'm still confused. |
| Me again, and still confused. If a picture is worth a thousand words, I got to thinkin'. Someone once posted a question in here... "what's your favorite word?" I didn't reply at the time, but after thinkin' about it, I kind o' like: Boob Y'got a top view: B, a front view: oo, and a side view: b Yeah... that's gotta be a winner. |
| Me again, and still confused Maybe I’m just old school, but I’m baffled how quick online services can be. Just yesterday I signed up for an exercise class at the Y, and within an hour my bank called to see if my credit card was stolen. Seems technology is really something these days, eh? |
| It really is, but not all technology is created equal. I remember getting a text message in the middle of nowhere on my way back to Colorado from New York. It was my bank, telling me there was suspicious activity on my card and to please call them right away. Naturally, there wasn't enough signal strength for a phone call, just for the text message (this puzzles me mightily, too). It was a good twenty minutes before I got to the next town and was able to tell them it was just me wandering the Lower 48. |
| I once got one of those notifications and called thinking that, of all the crazy things I buy online, no doubt, it was my purchase. The lady in the fraud department asked me if I'd bought exercise clothing. "Oh, no. That definitely wasn't me!" Donation to the Livestock Conservancy, definitely. Ticket to fly across the US from Atlanta to Los Angeles today because I didn't get around to buying it sooner, sure. Perfume making supplies for me, yep. (One of many short-lived hobbies.) The Book of Hours prayer book for a friend in prison, check. 25 foot Jumper cables, of course. But exercise clothes? No way! I'm glad you know me better than that! lol |