I have a note on the fridge: take out the tote Tuesday is tomorrow. I also have a note on the desk: clean inside the fridge Monday. Now I'm wondering why I didn't put the fridge note on the fridge and the Tuesday tote note on the desk?
The final Harry Potter movie opens this Friday. Wanda and I are going to a 10AM showing with Older Daughter Jennifer and Grandson Nick. Wanda "ordered" our tickets on-line. It's a great feature and easy to do. But honestly, a five dollar handling charge? Call it a "no standing in line for tickets charge" or a "get to the concession stand faster charge." But, there was no handling and please, don't even think about a service charge.
Remember the 1964 song, "Name Game" by Shirley Ellis? Little did I know back in '64 this song would haunt me the rest of my life. I was doing next to nothing the other day and, Chuck, Chuck, Bo buck, Banana Fanna.........popped into my head. I just read part of the song history on Wikipedia. I can't understand how Alice can be a rude or profane name. But, Chuck Chuck Bo buck..........that I know.
I would suggest you note the time now and again later when you finally get this stupid song out of your head.
Last Saturday I was putting a fruit salad together for dinner and wanted some berries. Armed with only a waterproof fine point Uni-ball pen, I ventured out into the real world. It was late afternoon, the store is a mile and a half from home. I was picking up two baskets of berries and exchanging a block of cheese. I should have taken my camera.
Over the last few years there are less workers and it was very busy. I had the exchange item and went to the, and I use the term loosely, Service Desk. I spent the next fifteen minutes waiting, looking at the clock, waiting, and people watching. The other day I got a "What People Wear at Wal Mart" e mail. It was scary funny and those Wal Mart shoppers had nothing on the Saturday Safeway shoppers.
Maybe there was a tattoo show in town last week end?
I have a large snake tattoo on my left bicep. I have always hated the snake head, it looks goofy. I keep telling Wanda I am going to see if I can have something done with it. If I can, maybe I will. For now, it's on my arm and isn't going anywhere. The silly snake is covered when I wear a t-shirt.
I am trying to think of a "nice" way to write this and wasting a lot of time. I have never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever seen a good looking tattoo on a females bicep, wrist, or (and especially) forearm. I have never seen a women's features improved because of a tattoo. It's just my opinion but I think ink detracts rather than adds beauty. If a tattoo is important for self expression maybe think about a private place, there are lots of those.
Another thing to remember, or in my case, forget. So many people wearing clothing that's too small, as in waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too small. I wish ladies, and men, would look in a mirror before going outside. Then, at least, they would see what we see. Maybe they would think about changing?
Wanda is always right. She will deny that but really, she is. The other day I spent several minutes looking at a BluRay disk. Wanda glanced at it over my shoulder. When we got home I groused that I should have bought the thing. Wanda said it was a DVD and I knew it was a BluRay. The next day, back at the store, I saw it was a regular DVD, Wanda was right. I'll give her this, she didn't gloat, she didn't say I told you so. She asked me if they had the BluRay elsewhere, and they did.
In the future, if she and I have conflicting opinions, I'll defer to her. Think of all the extra brain space I'll have. I can concentrate on life's important things, like, what's for dessert? And maybe, just maybe, I'll have room for another song or two, "Oh Lydia, Oh Lydia, Has anyone seen Lydia? Lydia the tattooed lady?"
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