Varied And Sundry

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Yesterday, I took a walk on the wild side and deleted 3453 emails without even looking at them first.  Yup, just threw caution to the winds and emptied the ol' inbox.  I might regret it by next week, but it sure felt good at the time.

 

Now if only there were a "delete" button I could push to empty the old food out of the fridge...

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Susie begged me to let her wash dishes today.   There's a sucker born every minute, eh?

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Larry threw his back out rebuilding our front walk a couple of weeks ago and he is still limping around.  He tried to justify his premature decrepitude by telling me that one of our neighbors has a sore back, too.  Ever the supportive spouse, I didn't hesitate to point out to him that the gentleman in question is 15 years older than Larry is.  

 

Maybe I'll buy Larry an "Old Fart" baseball cap for his 43rd birthday.  Only, then he would wear the darn thing, just to annoy me.  Forget it.

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Dumbing Us Down

While wasting time on my computer yesterday, I came across a newspaper article titled "Getting Smart About Food Waste."  Hey! I thought.  That is something I need to read!


Check out this advice:

After 46 years of marriage, John and Willie Wright have hit upon a winning system: "We eat 'new' food on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights, then on Thursday we have 'smorgasbord' with the leftovers from those three nights." 

(Time-out for a triple forehead smack right here)

46 years?  Tell me, what is more disturbing - that it took these rocket scientists more than 4 decades to realize they could eat leftovers for dinner or that the writer of the Slate column regards this as a newsworthy way to avoid food waste?  I just can't decide.

Slate seems to be trying to give the Wall Street Journal a run for its money, as it were, in the doling-out-idiot-advice category.  Thanks to the hard-hitting journalism practiced by these 2 institutions, I know that not only can I save money by continuing to drive my "old" car, I can also join the frugal revolution by eating the still-edible food left in my fridge.  Wow.

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Emotional Intelligence

We arrived a few minutes early today when picking up David from his Biology course, so I got out of the car to talk to some of the other mothers.  Susie threw a fit because I left her in the car with her siblings.  I ignored her.  By the time David came out, she had unbuckled herself and was indulging in her own particular variety of histrionics. 

Think Tasmanian Devil, with pigtails.

"We've had a rough day," I told David, by way of explanation, as I tried to settle her down.

"You know," he said, politely, "I sort of sensed that."

Master of understatement, David is...

Come On In, The Water's Fine!

Mahaffey, Pennsylvania!  Come on down!  Out yourself!  Or, at the very least, have the decency to leave a teeny-tiny comment on one of the many pages you've been reading on my blog. 

You know, when I notice someone going methodically through my blog page by page, I automatically think one of 3 things:

"Mom?"



or

"An influential TV producer is about to offer me a reality show!"


or

"Child Protective Services, having been anonymously alerted to my lack of fitness as a parent, is planning to use my blog as evidence thereof."

Since Mom has long since left these temporal shores, and I'm not really that brilliant a writer, I tend to go with #3.  So reassure me, Mahaffey, that I am not about to go to jail by giving us all a howdy!  It's a friendly crowd here, you know...


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Sunday Funnies

Some light-hearted fare for your Sunday - enjoy!

 

I don't know who is funnier here - the contestant or Mr. Cosby...