LAX has always meant Los Angeles International Airport. I used to fly a lot, before they made it such an ordeal to get on the planes. I hate flying now and avoid it whenever possible.
Ha! I’ve still got a netbook around here with Win95 on it. What do I win?
I also have a laptop that had Vista on it until last year when I installed Win10 on it to play with. It has to be plugged in to work 'cause the battery’s borked and the display is going dark, but I’m loath to throw it away. I’m a 'puter hoarder.
I remembered a dream, which is unusual for me. Wife got up at around 7:00 this morning, and, being the good considerate husband that I am, I decided to let her have a head start, and snuggled back into the covers, even though I had to pee really bad.
Well, I fell back to sleep and dreamed that I was exploring a 4 story antique store. I kept looking for a bathroom, but kept getting distracted by all the cool old stuff. Finally someone told me that there was only one bathroom in the building, up on the top floor. :eek: So I went up there and got in line. There were about 30 people in line in front of me, and when I turned around to look there was a line behind me stretching out of sight! :eek::eek::eek:
Then I woke up.
Bowser, I hope BIL gets better and gets out of hospital soonest.
I’m gonna tell a sad story. Everybody who’s sick of my stories can skip ahead.
A few years ago I got a call from my brother in Georgia telling me that "Mom’s in the hospital, but it’s nothing. You don’t have to come." I got a bad feeling, and told them “I’m coming.” They tried to talk me out of it, but I went. The day after I got there they transferred her to hospice. I stayed with her in her room at hospice until she died, with various relatives popping in and then scampering off as if they were afraid they were going to catch something.
It seems that since I am not a fundamentalist christian like them, many of them think I am an actual agent of the devil, and will steal their souls, or some such BS. I’ve been told as much. :dubious:
Bowser, don’t take this to mean I have a bad feeling about your BIL. I’m just trying to explain a little bit about why I’m such an antisocial old bastard.