First time of the day the puppies hit the ground... muscles, bones, cartilage, ligaments, aches, pains, accompanied groans, BLADDER.
Pretty/Attractive/Handsome, that stuff.
A purrsistent, kneady cat. A hound that bugs you due to hungry/gotta pee/wants to play/attention/no reason.
Even a term policy? EVEN A TERM POLICY
When you're in the other room and you hear a 3 year old, in the other room, say, UH OH.
When you have one'a them UH OH farts.
Hearing, "Wanna fool around?" Oh, don't get mad... its a way of life.. I think I remember anyways... I mean heck, we wouldn't be here had it not happened.
Loud noises, sirens, gunshots, fireworks....
An itchy itchy rash.
Caller ID.
I'm sorry Sir, its saying 'Declined.'
A deer in the headlights.
What's that yummy aroma coming from the kitchen?
Tailgaters.
Checking your bank balance on Day 8 (uh oh) after you signed up for that one free week of streaming service from that one provider so you could watch that one game for free.
Beloved Betty Sumpter, Jr High teacher, who, once she noticed half of us had fallen asleep, raised her voice hella decibels in what was semi monotone reading to AND THEN GEORGE SAID TO SALLY.....
Nature........ Colors......... Smiles......
Vampires, monsters, werewolves, scary movies, creaking floors, gore, snakes, alligators and that first peek into the mirror in the morning.
Breaking news.. Just in... We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming.. Happening now...
Tim Conway, Barney Fife, Red Skeleton, George Carlin
Life, thankfully.
Love, Victurd
(Admission... a few days back, blog on the two types of trash bins.. one for trash (Ugly stuff in life, let it go..) and the recyclable bin (yummy stuff, to be re-used, keepsake memories, that stuff......... then, days later I did a blog on 'two sides to every board'.. within it I bitched, moaned at one point about when some talk outta both sides of their mouths on social media.
I slipped, apologies. I am human, hear me write. These last 7 months have kinda been a whirlwind. So many questions, so few answers. What could I have done better, yada. I suppose that's my lame excuse... or, perhaps, the other side of a board, it has splinters, like me.)
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