Monthly Archives: September 2020
My sock drawer. 55 pairs of socks and fourteen orphans. You might think I live next door to Jerry Lewis. Is he still vertical?
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I picked the winner, by the way. Robert R sends this knee slapper: Concerning my dwindling supply of toasters, here’s one of the boxes heading to the toaster burial ground. Years ago I drew a magazine cartoon where Tarzan ostensibly … Continue reading
They used to be the best in the world. Notwithstanding that it’s past the season, I bought some oranges the other day. . . See that? Imported from South Africa. They also sell oranges from Peru and Argentina. When I … Continue reading
Actually, I’m overwhelmed with moving Frau’s and Loinfruit’s junk around. Kentucky Derby at 7:00. Frau Grace will put on one of her silly hats. That’s a lot of Bull
And I’ve been hauling junk to the storage joint. Maybe tomorrow. Meantime: . .
One thing the Chesapeake Bay has is the best blue crabs in the universe. When we were up there last week moving the junk out of the house I went down to a local fish store/restaurant and bought nine of … Continue reading
One of our group just did mine: Just in case you can’t read a chart, mine says that I’m good looking, intelligent, a natural athlete, kind to old ladies, cheerful, friendly, brave and reverent.