Back from the hospital, with a million screaming nerves! Such joy!
*Well, nothing like four days in the hospital to remind you of your mortality! I’d also suggest that dying before 40 probably isn’t all that bad either, just for what suffering you’d get to avoid.
*Autumn, like spring, is an odd sort of season, where you can go from heat to air-conditioning three times a day, and still not keep up.
It is easy to flatter; it is hard to praise.
Jean Paul Richter
You did hear that the average keyboard has more e-coli on it than your toilet seat? Guess why…
I’ll be off a few days, having my knee replaced. I could set up to automatically post but I’m frankly to busy and tired, trying to get ready! I shall return! Thanks!
*There’s nothing like having to move to a new house to inspire you to get rid of the junk you’ve accumulated.
*We can tolerate having our kids outgrow clothes at a ridiculous rate, but when we adults do so, it’s a lot less acceptable.
Man is a complex being; he makes deserts bloom and lakes die.
Ladies, don’t be so disingenuous. Don’t criticize us poor men for admiring the charms you so blatantly expose to public view. We like seeing what you expose too much to pretend to disinterest, and if you were honest, you’d confess that should we do so, you’d be hurt and feel slighted. Each to his proper place: you display, we will admire.
In this day, the boss has a lot less power than they once did, especially if male. One accusation made public by an angry female will end his lofty position whether true or not.
*Nothing will annoy a cook more than hearing, “I’m not hungry,” after they’ve spent hours in a hot kitchen cooking.
*Children that slop or track up a floor that mother just spent time cleaning should count their blessings if they aren’t tortured on the spot.
The opinion of the majority is not the final proof of what is right.
*There is little you can do to improve the mood of another who wishes to be miserable, and even less that can be done to make someone love you who is disinclined.
*One of the tragedies of adulthood is discovering that the toys you threw away are now valuable as collectables.
Enemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love.
Henry David Thoreau
If only the human skunks would come distinctly marked and easy to notice.