Why Are You So Jumpy

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I'm A Fall Person

I was visiting with Mom the other day and we were lamenting the fact that it hasn't been a very good year for leaf watching. Can you say rain? I wrote about our trip recently where we went further up into the mountains and had a nice dinner. The picture above was taken at Bald Mountain Lake and you can see the fog up on the mountain. Hopefully, we'll have time for another drive before the leaves are all gone. Mom told me she was a fall person; I never knew that. I guess I'll make time. Hey Mom? I'm available Monday! Are you up for it? No Bingo? No Salsa dancing lessons scheduled? What time you wanna leave? Anyone else want to go? I'll try and remember to take some more pictures...

Three Little Pigs

Cute. Cuter! Not so cute... Will you be vaccinated?

Why?

Why are gas prices approaching 3 bucks again? Why have gas prices risen almost 50 cents a gallon in the last three weeks? Am I the only one wondering why? Does anyone know the answers to my questions? I bet you're wondering why I am wondering? I'm not sure, I was just wondering! Anyone?

We Thought You Were A Hot Guy

Recently, I went to an estate sale in my neighborhood. Nobody was sitting outside as I pulled into the driveway but I noticed movement behind one of the curtained windows. I was just ready to get out of the car when my cell rang, so I closed my car door and took the call. I was still at the end of the driveway but had pulled to the side in case someone else came along. While I was sitting in my car talking on the phone I kept noticing movement behind the curtain. And it had spread! Now, three windows were occupied and they all were staring at me. I finished up my call and got out of the car and headed up to the carport where some of the estate items were set out. I was looking over the table when the door to the carport opened and three heads were staring straight at me! "See, I told you," one of them said with obvious disappointment. "Well, I wasn't sure," said the other. The third one looked at me and saw my quizzical look and said this: "When you pulled up in that red Mustang we thought you were a hot guy!"

Have A Good One

Have a good one! What exactly does that mean? Have a good what... Have a good dinner! Have a good time! Have a good flight! Have a good birthday! Anyone of those would fit perfectly. Or! It could go something like this... Have a good bowel movement. Have a good trip to the dentist. Have a good time changing that poopy diaper. Have a good hemorrhoid operation. Have a good time filing your taxes on April 15. See what I mean. I really don't care for that line. So, I'll just leave you with this last little statement: Have A Good Day!

What'd The Wedderman Say

"Lord, it's colder than a witch's titty, ain't it?" I heard somebody behind me say. Oh no, I knew that voice anywhere, it was my elderly neighbor, Merlethem Shatz. I've mentioned before that I usually try to avoid her because it's really hard to get away from her once she gets her claws into you. Today, was really not the day to be caught up in conversation because the weatherman said that we might get some frozen precipitation. In the south, that can only mean one thing: It's off to the store for bread and milk. I turned around to face Ms. Merlethem before I could stop myself. It's nothing personal but I didn't have time or didn't want to hear about her neck pimples or any other ailments she might have; but, it was too late. She'd seen my eyes, so off she went. "Back in the winter of '52, when I was a lass back in New Staffordshire, we didn't have all of the luxuries that you spoiled Yanks take for granted. We certainly didn't run off to the market whenever there was a hint that old Jack Frost might be dropping in for a visit." "Really, what'd you do?" I asked. "Well! For starters, we made our own bread and had a cow for our milk. None of this fancy bread like Whole Wheat, Potato Bread, or Honey Butter Bread that everyone is so fond of today. We used to call it hardtack or something; you could bounce it off the dirt floor and it would bounce right back to you. That's right, my house had a dirt floor, what do you think of that?" During Ms. Merlethem's rambling story I had picked up my gallon of milk and had worked my way over to the bread aisle with her following me the whole way. "You wanna know what I think of that? I think you talk too much and I've just got the last loaf of bread. Now, whatcha think about that?"