Water and rooms that warm up...... AC's and fridge's that cool... Cars that start... Lights that light. Scales that don't work.
Shorts weather.. Short people I sit behind at Sporting Events.
Paper plates, bowls. Toilet paper (TY Sam's, I'm set until July).. The E Paper.
Little kids. They're pure, unadulterated. They ain't been adultered yet. Words we make up, even if the basta's put a red line under 'em.
Winter, snow........ from indoors. Hibernation of snakes.
The Gimmes: Good friends, wonderful family, yoga pants.
Cats, even if the feeling ain't mutual. Dogs. Dogs who chase squirrels but never catch em, yet so intensely focused on the quest - as if they were guarding the Louvre's jewels. Well, you know.
Larry. I hate/love Larry because i love his coming out of left field. He does that better than I. I hate/love that.
Folks that everyone loves..... you know... Barney.. Andy.. Ope... Red Skelton.. ,Tim Conway.. Spongebob...
A parade. Christmas lights. Joggers, who, at night, are lit up like the Griswald's house on Christmas.
Hershey's new sugar free bars. Dark Chocolate kisses, they ain't as bad for ya. OK, Snickers too, damnit.
Declining a call, checking voicemail five minutes later and there ain't no message.
Names of ones I love showing up on Caller ID.
Young people...... indeference to the general consensus.
48, sorry not sorry.
Every day that ends in Y.
Arrogant ones who appear to have, shaved in the dark.. forgotten their left eyelash.. left their barn door open, and, appear to have either a dryer sheet or pair of nylon undies attached to their pant leg.
Good buds who pee a bit in laughter.
Dark chocolate covered pecans... pecan pie... vanilla ice cream atop a hot piece'a apple pie.
Givers. To Do Reminder Apps that remind us to pay it forward. Mickey D's app when they have the buy one get one breakfast sandwich. My buddy who invented an app to let landlords know "Don't do it, evicted 7 times", or "huh uh, wants and warrants out."
Chocolate covered raisins. Takes awhile to get the raisin out, thrown away, but, the chocolate in those is the best.
My buddy Weisel's chili, I've never had better.
Life. Independent life as an old fart, whar', yain't got no Manager, Boss, General Manager, Offensive or defensive coordinator, Director of Analytics... and, to mention not to mentions, No Time Clocks, Alarm clocks, Operable Scales, Commuting, Scraping windshields unless it's a wanna.
Music. Smiles. Hugs. Gladness when seeing certain others. The mouse, which, enables us to get away from others on social media the very second ugly sets in.
Charity. Parity in the NFL. The gift of perty ladies and the ability to starity.
Wanna be writers who should know when it's time to stop. Sorry.
Victor? Yeah? I thought you said you werent gonna do the thank you thing due to gas.
Rolaids. I'm thankful for Rolaids.
Love, Victurd
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