There's a slight overlap with the recent Week 1554/34 contest "A Mirthday Party"- Sam Merten's observation about Luis Rubiales and Louis XVI, Duncan Steven's poem about Michael Jordan and Jim Jordan, and Roy Ashley's observation about Frank Gifford and Kathie Lee Gifford would all fit in this week's contest as well.
I don't get Mike Johnson's obsession with his son's internet usage. I, for one, would love to have a son that grew up addicted to porn while getting an unhealthy view of what love and sex are all about from an industry that kidnaps girls and turns them into drugged-out sex slaves so he could live in my basement and we could go on waxing our woodies under the same roof together for all eternity.
A: You are not dense. You are tense. Jack had retired. Weekends were not weekends to him, just another couple of days.
One very unexpected thing when I retired: some 12 years ago, is that I now like week days more than the weekend. I stay up to date, get mail and can deal with others on week days. On weekends my bank information is not up to date and they seem like something to get past. Sunday seems like forever with nothing but football to see and when one game is over they do NOT go to "60 Minutes" They just cut to another slower game.
Ditto. Mr Devilry and I both retired 3 years ago. We generally don't go out to eat on Friday or Saturday because things get crowded. It is nice to be able to do errands / shop during weekdays. I reserve Saturday and Sunday to tell people to stay off my lawn.
Unaccountably left out of the Weingarten-Myers catalog offerings was "Mike Johnson's Sin-B-Gone HandyDandy." Gives new meaning to the laying on of hands. And they won't be yours. Be guilt free at last. Now, you can just "Let Mike do it !" Yes, with the adjustable, three-speed "Mike Johnson Sin-B-Gone HandyDandy" mini mitt you need never fear going blind or having to fake an extended labial itch ever again. Buy two for the ultimate hands on experience. All done in the privacy of your own underwear. Comes in your choice of gender and sing-along hymn, "Blessed Assurance," or "Come Thy Fount of Every Blessing." Self-satisfaction guaranteed. Before I scamper off to the local Butterball Bowling Tournament, I did want to wish all (in the US) a happy and argument-free (as if...) Thanksgiving and offer a smile with Elmo, Abby and appropriate friend before the main event starts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuvejScpYpA
I'm confused. The winning item of the make-up-a-slightly-more-ridiculous-than-the-real-thing catalog items contest is an actual Hammacher Schlemmer item (albeit a discontinued one): https://www.hammacher.com/product/spinning-spaghetti-forks. As is the motorized ice cream cone rotator https://www.hammacher.com/product/lazy-lickers-spinning-ice-cream-cone. This situation has me grabbing for my wearable anxiety reducer https://www.hammacher.com/product/wearable-anxiety-reducer. It just goes to show how hard it is to top the ridiculousness of the real thing.
I guess that means my potato-powered golf cart should have won.
yeah, that was my immediate thought, too.
When my husband retired, he didn't comment about weekends, but he did miss holidays.
Are the cat earrings magnetic? I don’t have pierced ears.
There's a slight overlap with the recent Week 1554/34 contest "A Mirthday Party"- Sam Merten's observation about Luis Rubiales and Louis XVI, Duncan Steven's poem about Michael Jordan and Jim Jordan, and Roy Ashley's observation about Frank Gifford and Kathie Lee Gifford would all fit in this week's contest as well.
http://nrars.org/inviteText/1554.html
I don't get Mike Johnson's obsession with his son's internet usage. I, for one, would love to have a son that grew up addicted to porn while getting an unhealthy view of what love and sex are all about from an industry that kidnaps girls and turns them into drugged-out sex slaves so he could live in my basement and we could go on waxing our woodies under the same roof together for all eternity.
A: You are not dense. You are tense. Jack had retired. Weekends were not weekends to him, just another couple of days.
One very unexpected thing when I retired: some 12 years ago, is that I now like week days more than the weekend. I stay up to date, get mail and can deal with others on week days. On weekends my bank information is not up to date and they seem like something to get past. Sunday seems like forever with nothing but football to see and when one game is over they do NOT go to "60 Minutes" They just cut to another slower game.
Ditto. Mr Devilry and I both retired 3 years ago. We generally don't go out to eat on Friday or Saturday because things get crowded. It is nice to be able to do errands / shop during weekdays. I reserve Saturday and Sunday to tell people to stay off my lawn.
I feel the same! In fact, Saturday is my least-favorite day of the week, and Sunday is tolerable only because of football and because Monday is near.
Unaccountably left out of the Weingarten-Myers catalog offerings was "Mike Johnson's Sin-B-Gone HandyDandy." Gives new meaning to the laying on of hands. And they won't be yours. Be guilt free at last. Now, you can just "Let Mike do it !" Yes, with the adjustable, three-speed "Mike Johnson Sin-B-Gone HandyDandy" mini mitt you need never fear going blind or having to fake an extended labial itch ever again. Buy two for the ultimate hands on experience. All done in the privacy of your own underwear. Comes in your choice of gender and sing-along hymn, "Blessed Assurance," or "Come Thy Fount of Every Blessing." Self-satisfaction guaranteed. Before I scamper off to the local Butterball Bowling Tournament, I did want to wish all (in the US) a happy and argument-free (as if...) Thanksgiving and offer a smile with Elmo, Abby and appropriate friend before the main event starts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuvejScpYpA