When in doubt, throw it out:pukel:
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When in doubt, throw it out:pukel:
You're lucky. My wife just uses antifreeze on me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kevin
Feeding you 40 year old food is a thoughtfully inventive way to kill a man. She really cares.
^ I do all my own cooking ;-)
Wife's a golfer, her thing not mine. Anyway, she won a new driver in a seniors charity tournament. The challenge was, from the tee, to drive a ball so that it landed in a hula hoop half way down the fairway (a women's par 4 hole I think she said). I think it was dumb luck she did it, but didn't say so — as long as she's happy is what counts. And yeah, she's a half inch short of five feet. You wouldn't know it though, when she gets on my case ;-)
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Wow.
With my fantasy chapters re-arranged in a more chronological order, and the repeating chapters (basically the same chapter written in a different way) deleted, my word count totals up to 7,457 words. Yeah, a huge chunk off from the 16K, but...not bad. Not bad at all.
Ever heard about the Napoleon Complex ??Quote:
Originally Posted by LeeC
The small one can be the worst :-)
I went back to my old home-town today and when ever I go there I'm saddened by what I see. The place is a dump.
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Originally Posted by dither
A few years back, I drove back to my childhood Detroit home. I popped power lock on our car. All the homes were either boarded or burned, except mine. It was being lovingly cared for, never looked better, even when my parents owned it. These owners mowed the lawns of surrounding abandoned homes. It stood, as if the Statue of Liberty, "Give me your tired, your poor...." A tearful vision for me.
We survived. It's the next morning and I'm here! She's here! We did like midnight said, and threw most of it out. There were 'Turkey balls' that smelled like... smelled weird, so we didn't eat them. There was fried rice that we took a few bites of. It was actually okay. I bet even the coyotes wouldn't eat those balls, though. My son was the one who'd brought the stuff home. He'd helped them pack(our friends) during the move. It's not his fault. He only knows of the 70's from the music.The 70's: great music- awful food. I think the experience reaffirmed my wife and I's trust in each other. I was really struggling, I mean... who is this person, about to feed me this... stuff? The turkey balls, she took one wiff, and said no... I broke down and cried, 'Thank you, Elvis!' And thank you midnight. You know, I'm thinking of getting a magnet for that fridge: what would midnight do? Fuckin'-eh... Okay, sorry. We can go back to visiting old homes, which I totally get, having had...( counting)... 10 of them. Not homes: places I've lived. 6 homes.
I can see her side. I've been a tough horse to break and it has sharpened her tongue over the years :-) This is us sometime back in the '70s.Quote:
Originally Posted by bobo
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Seeing that old pic prompts the question, how in the hell did I get to this?
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Frolic while you can lads and lassies.
Love all,
Trust a few,
Do wrong to none.
You gotta have a metal band around your head for keeping it together ??
- for not spilling over the contents ?? :drunk:
How you did get to this ??
Only you can know, but my guess would be, a combination of predisposition, unfitting lifestyle, and improper food intake.
sorry - but you asked --- may be just rhetorical, but nevertheless :-) :saturn: