I looked at my finger the other day and I thought, "How did I BURN my finger?!?!?"
I looked at the 'burn' veRy carefuLLy and pondered its eXistence. Then I scraped it just a little around the edge and realized that it was not a burn ... It was a thin layer of dried cheese from where I had hand washed the inside of the cup that had held my spaghetti or chili.
I had been walking around in public with dried cheese on my finger.
I thought, "What an interesting puzzle this would be for CSI folks trying to collect fingerprints."
PracticaLLy aLL my favorite (i.e. only) fictional teleBisions shows start in Jan & Feb.
A commercial comes on for The Americans.
Me: "Yea, I now have a reason to go on living."
Wife: "WHAT ?!?!?"
I saw that drones as a Christmas present are veRy popular this year.
I am probably the last person who needs a drone. 'Cause then I would have to buy a second one to have a hot spare, and then a third one to do mid-air refueling, and a fourth for ...
My son walked into the bedroom carrying a piece of mail, saying, "I bet this is a Christmas Card, because it is addressed to:
Ernest, Tamie & Cooper Boston"
I laughed and said, "I bet I know who it is from" I was right, one of my cousins from Nebraska, the younger one.
I told Cooper, "You got a Christmas Card!" (And a nice long wonderful letter) He wagged his tail and smiled.
On teleBision at the diner:
Yes, tHat makEs perFect senSe ...
Please eXcuse my temporary font mess. The blogger app and the Notepad in iPad are now doing goofy things when they try to work two-gether.