My evil dad often told me my room looked like a pigsty, but he never told me what kind of tie a pig wears. My searchy thingy says numptie, or numpty, is a Scots word for fool. I can feel for that. I’ve lost count of all the foolish things I’ve said and done. My brain likes to drag them out of the dusty cellars of the past and whack me over the head with them. That’s a nasty habit, and I wish I could break it.
Our favorite handyman will be dropping by this morning to give us an estimate on a list of things we need done.
(I wrote the following in the previous MMP before Metal_Mouse started the new one.)
We watched the last part of The Sheep Detectives last night. Very good flick. Rambunctious at times.
When I hear that phrase, I always picture a guy selling hot chocolate out of a truck.