I just realized my washing machine is agitating to the same beat as “The Twist” by Chubby Checkers. Seems appropriate.
Today marks the beginning of my massive, ruthless Chuck It program in preparation for moving. I know it’s months away, but this needs doing anyway. That tube of peppermint foot lotion a friend gifted me? I used in once in 3 years. Gone. Ditto the lipstick I never wear because doing so would scare small children. I may not know where I’m going, but by golly, I’m traveling light(er).
Scudsucker, that’s awful that the cops wouldn’t do anything. Homeless people, on the other hand, can be VERY helpful toward others. An acquaintance’s wheelchair somehow caught on a manhole cover, tipping her out. (She was unhurt.) Three homeless men ran up. One stopped traffic. Two lifted her up and into the chair. She asked one to get something from her purse, He said, “No, ma’am, but I’ll bring it to you.” He didn’t want to be suspected if something was missing. She had no money to give them. They didn’t ask for any.
WetOne, I hope whatever it is is minor and departs soon.
Sticky, you’ve never had a Shirley Temple? You poor thing! The ones I had as a kid and gave my own kids on special occasions, was ginger ale or 7-Up with maraschino cherry juice and a long-stemmed maraschino cherry It’s more about looks than taste. I think it was supposed to be like a kiddie cocktail. I’ve never had a Roy Rogers, which was supposedly the boys’ alternative to an ST, I guess because ST’s are pink. The Roy Rogers is made with cola.
red, how does Nelson do in the rain? One of my son’s dogs refuses to go out in it. (She’s a rescue from Texas.) Ms. Dog, however, loves it.
Or using antibiotic ointment on the windows.
“No sixth punch” is my motto. I give up after the fifth punch. OK, after the first punch. Well, really, a soon as someone doubles a fist.