Okay this “Sam” story sounds like just the kind of juicy dish we like on this board. Oh the people here think lots of Deep Thoughts too. But everyone likes some good dish.
Hope to hear more from you. I always find it fascinating for some reason that persons in your age bracket are on the Internet. Not to be patronizing; it’s just that I’ve tried and tried to teach my mom (age 81) and she just can’t get it, which is a real shame. So I like seeing other people who have done so because then I have more ammo to nag her with and the “I’m too old for it” excuse can’t fly as easily.
Nothing you’ve written has ever been mundane or pointless. Your ongoing adventures have me riveted. Updates on your grand-daughter, and your Sam, please!
They have not done it. They have not done anything besides smile suggestively at each other and annoy me to no end. That is somewhat disappointing from a Doper point of view as I have nothing juicy to write about. I do not have enough rancor to Pit them either.
For Christmas, Sam gave me several pairs of woolen socks. I asked his help in putting on a pair, exaggerating a backache I did not actually have, all the while holding on to his head. When he gave me his Holiday greeting hug and peck on the cheek, I turned my head just so…
