Posted on 06/09/2015 5:58:35 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Tom ... you know how superior he is ... got Kathleen to Go while the rest of us were at church. Then he got her to take a nap.
Perhaps having more personnel here will be the magic bullet, so to speak.
It’s polite to pretend you don’t notice.
I was about to be defensive when I realized that you were actually being complimentary.
I'm not used to that.
Some people think that all groups self-separate into usefully defined strata. I think that attitude is too binary to be useful.
People are what they are. Every grain of sand has facets and aspects that can be interesting or fascinating depending on what your needs and purposes may be.
There are two types of people in this world. Those who split the world into two types of people and those who don’t.
I was. Until you mentioned it, I didn't realize it could be taken the opposite way.
I think that’s what Bob said using more words.
I was looking at the pic you sent of Stupendous Tom early this morning, and a thought struck — what if Kathleen was protesting his absence? As a test, leave the toilet training to him. He may perform a minor miracle.
That might work, except that he’s leaving again on Thursday for a backpacking trip with his friends and will be gone at least a week.
Maybe there will be enough time between now and then, using the right psychology...he could talk sweet stuff to her about his return and how good he would feel to know she hadn’t had any “accidents.”
Right now, I want to take my aching back to bed. However, I think there must be something else I can do while I’m still upright...
The pain is just too ugly to deal with, and I will need to contact the Pain Management clinic for another refill of the morphine. I can email them today and maybe the prescription will be ready by Wednesday.
It won’t be ready tomorrow, and Tuesday, I have the appointment at Ortho, so Wednesday would be the earliest I could get it.
Which leaves those of us in the middle ... stuck in the middle.
Everything is possible when Tom’s around.
I hope you can get some relief when you lie down. I had some private time with Jake after church. He’s being all friendly now in the kitchen, because there’s meat out.
I just put in the request online and will either get a call (which I won’t answer) or an email that says the prescription is available for me to pick up. It will mean a trip back into Las Vegas but I can go in early morning. And while I’m there, I can reschedule the appointment I missed last week. At least I will know it’s one I approve of.
The A/C has been going all day, and my place smells like cigarette smoke. Thanks to my neighbor to the west. I will need more Febreze in a couple of days, at this rate, and I will have to check the filter very soon to see if it needs to be cleaned. At $17 a pop, I can’t afford to replace it every month.
Man. If only I had $1500 — I would move into a place of my own by December and not have to worry about my STEENKIN Neighbors. I’d do a “Gofundme” account, but it’s not pathetic enough to attract the needed dinero.
Stuck in the middle with you is a good song.
Check your mailbox.
Sent you info about my doc for your daughter.
It’s a little clearer.
I bet the bad guys turn out to be Gorn. I’ve been waiting for them to re-appear for, like, 40 years now.
SO, make up a more pathetic story.
Write that you had a major head injury and you can’t think clearly any more and you need people to give you money for surgery or you’ll start voting democrat.
I would think that would cause it to pour in.
I don't do songs. At least I don't do them very well.
I do poems.
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago ... for the Tax-chick family!
Middlin’
I’m in the middle here at home.
I go to middle school.
When people ask me how things are,
"Just middlin’" is the rule.
No one thinks that I can do,
The things that others can.
And yet if something has gone wrong,
They think I’ve hatched a plan.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to be,
The secret, stalking prankster,
But what I’d really like to do,
Is be a bigger sister.
"I’ll watch the little ones tonight.
You go and have some fun."
I’d like to earn the trust of folks,
And get some big things done.
"I’ve got my driver’s license, Mom,
I’ll get the milk and bread."
I want to be much more than just,
A mouth that should be fed.
But growing up takes lots of time,
And patience from the others.
I wish they’d have some more of what,
Is wasted on my brothers.
NicknamedBob . . . . January 28, 2007
'Course, if someone wants to make it into a song, (hint, hint), well, that would be okay with me.
Who knows? Maybe the Andrews Sisters got started that way.
So’s “Takin’ Care of Business.”
I still think “Sweet Home, Alabama” is my favorite, but it’s probably illegal now.
The Andrews Sisters got started when your voice mattered more than your looks.
Unfortunately, now it’s the other way ‘round and my looks would keep me from ever launching a career.
Not that my voice is much better.
Nope. It would just cause someone to come around and pound on her head some more, just to make sure she did vote democrat.
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