Just some miscellanous stuff to kick things off. Since there’s really no topic, it ain’t like it’s a real OP, thus it is pre-hijacked for your postin’ pleasure.
I have two wall calendars in da cave. Both of ‘em have cute pitchers of puppies. AWWWWWW… the one in the study is where I write down birthdays. I have this compulsive need to send birthday cards to people in my church. Thus, when the monthly birthday list is published in the church newsletter, I write down all the birthdays and send a thoughtfully chosen card (okay, I buy those four for a dollar cards down at the Dollar General store just down the road from da cave) to the birthday boy or girl. BTW, I have sent out twenty-three cards so far in January, which is a biiiiiiiiiiiig month for birthdays down at ol’ St. Pat’s. The other calendar is where I write down stuff I absolutely must remember such as doctor/dentist appointments, weddings, invites to parties and the like. The most recent entry to this calendar is for June 12th. It’s for a wedding of the son of a good friend from church at a local plantation with a blowout of a reception/party to follow. We Whiskypalians like us a good party!
I baked a ham for Sunday lunch. Ok, so what bear you say. It was a gooooooooooooood ham! It was also a small ham so the eight people who were at da cave for lunch ate up most of it. It was a bone in ham so I have a ham bone. Ham bones are a good thing!
I make good Bloody Mary’s. Yeah, yeah, I’ve mentioned this a few times but since they are so good, I mention it again. So There!
Somebody at church told me she likes to sit in front of me because she likes to hear me singin’ the hymns. Some people have strange taste in music. She can’t sit behind me cause I anchor down the back pew. What? I like that pew! Of course sometimes I will sit somewhere else just to mess with people’s haids. Like the time I did this a couple of weeks ago and got a call from somebody later on that afternoon askin’ me if I was sick because she didn’t see me in church. Apparently, if I change my pew, I become invisible. Not the greatest super power to have, huh.
I found two unopened boxes of staples in the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet. Each box contains 1000 staples. I will never, ever, never, need that many staples, not even should I live to be 400 years old. There is an open box of staples in the bottom drawer of my computer desk that has what appears to be maybe two or three of those little ummm… would that be “racks” of staples perhaps havin’ been used. I wonder which relative would like to be bequeathed staples in my will.
For that matter, why do I have two staplers on my computer desk? Mayhaps for the same reason I have an unopened four pack of “C” batteries on my desk? I don’t think I even own anything that requires “C” batteries.
This post contains excessive smilies which is considered to be gauche and a fox paw. I don’t care. So There!