Me: I have a question.
The man: what - in that tone that means he "knows" a fight is about to start.
Me: Do you have a need for long term erec*&%)? Are we having a problem that I haven't been made aware of?
The man: WTF?
Me: Is there some sweet young thing needing more from you?
The man: WTF?
Me: I've been spammed with adds for drugs to help with such problem. Though I would forward links if you need me to.
The man: WTF? Ah: No: Damn: Stammer --- stutter --- freak out.
Me: I'll take that as a you don't have a clue ---- Bye.
I know he is shaking his head and still wondering what this phone call was about.
"Poor ol' Charles" -- that would be one of the phrases to insert here. It has to be awful living with me at times.
Now for real stuff.
Spoons - for the Artist Market.
I also bought 1 tiny bag of buttons ($4.00 total) and passed up one item I really, really wanted (still do). The antique store we were in had a pharmacy spindle full of old prescriptions. I didn't have $100.00 to spend on papers to look at, so I passed, but only after returning several times to the booth to drool.
Got in a little exercise (walking) and worked hard to eat right. I have managed to lose those few pounds that I had put back on.
I can't believe that we are searching for the right fit on a college for my baby. Seems like just yesterday she was keeping us up all night as a baby. Now she is driving herself and getting ready to leave my nest. Where did all those years go?
Have a wonderful day.
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