This is going to be a short post.
Don’t want to strain the vocal chords.
I have returned to a mountain of work.
It doesn’t pay to stay off sick.
Well,it does if you have sick leave due.
But you know what I mean.
Supper went off very well on Friday.
Even without my sparkling conversation.
My attempts at talking had everyone in stitches.
I should have charged them entertainment fees.
Granddaughter washed the dishes.
She was lucky she had left when I checked in the fridge on Saturday.
A dish with six peas.
Another with a tablespoon of cauliflower.
A pot with leftover rice.
She,obviously,wasn’t in a dishwashing mood.
I can relate.
I was a bad Granny yesterday.
Younger granddaughter had her 7th birthday party.
I didn’t go.
It was cold and miserable.
I would rather have gone to the dentist than been surrounded by a bunch of yelling seven year olds.
Hell, I AM getting old.
My computer has gone on a go-slow.
The above pic took ages to download.
Before I get back to the grindstone…a joke.
At a wedding reception recently someone yelled,
“All the married men please stand next to the one person who has made your life worth living.”
The bartender was nearly crushed to death.