Mamacita says: I’ve been throwing dirty laundry down the stairs all day and now we can’t open the garage door. I’d go downstairs to start a load but I can’t get to the bottom of the stairs. Someone will have to go outside and come in through the garage, open the door really hard, and clear a path. I’d do it, but I’m busy typing. My husband will be home soon. When I hear him cuss, I’ll know the path is clear.
When you’ve been married a long time, you have these little subtle signals.
Speaking of being married a long time, though. . . click over to Kenju’s blog and wish her and her very lucky husband a Happy Anniversary. 45 years is a long time! We can all take lessons from this lovely lady.
We picked blueberries this morning. Come on over. Hurry, though, because they’re going fast. You know how birds always poop red and blue in berry season? Yeah, well, I just wondered. No reason.
My random playlist is almost too weird even for me. My kids can tell you how strange some of those playlists can be. Whatever, I like them.
Steve Spangler sent me the coolest science toy EVER. It came in today’s mail, I can’t stop playing with it, and I can only imagine how much fun an actual kid would have with it. I wanted to title this post “I can’t stop playing with my balls” but I didn’t want to offend anybody.
Hahaha, who am I kidding? Easily offended people haven’t been coming here for years. Possibly it’s some kind of defense mechanism for their delicate sensibilities. Feh.
I’m nice, really I am. I just don’t suffer fools gladly, and I don’t think YOU should, either. Maybe if EVERYBODY stopped suffering fools gladly, the fools would straighten up and fly right.
You know, instead of being put in charge of things.
“Green Tambourine” is actually a pretty cool song.
Okay, now I’m off to the laundry room to use my college degrees to help me scrape lint off the dryer trap. Thank goodness I have those; otherwise, I’d be just standing there wondering why the dryer kept catching fire.
P.S. Thises and thats are ” potpourri” on Jeopardy.