Category: random idiocy
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the end
This is how the conclusion of Trump’s prepared remarks for yesterday’s press briefing were scripted: I want to thank the American people most of all for the selfless sacrifices that they are making for our nation, and I want to encourage everyone to keep following our guidelines on slowing the spread. Sustaining this war effort… Read.
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hot ones
Tim tipped us off to a show he watches on You Tube called Hot Ones. In it, Sean Evans interviews celebrities while they eat hot wings that get hotter as the show goes on. Some of the celebrities bail out before they get to the hottest wings, earning themselves a place on the Hot Ones… Read.
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bifocals
I’m wearing my first-ever pair of bifocals now. Well, not right this minute. I’m nearsighted, so I don’t need corrective lenses to see a computer screen that’s right in front of my face. There are times, though, when I have to look at someone else’s computer screen and it gets weird because to get close… Read.
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cat nap
He purred me to sleep. Read.
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first blow
I fired up the snow blower for the first time last weekend. I’ll say that again: For the first time this winter, I used my snow blower. In mid-January. It finally snowed enough to get the snow blower out of moth balls. It snowed a couple times before last weekend, but just barely. All but… Read.
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Monday flood
The house was naked when we got home last night. All the siding had been ripped off it. That was expected. There are no roving gangs of vandals stripping the siding from houses in our neighborhood; we actually hired a contractor to pull all the old siding off, then put new siding on. Nothing to… Read.
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sniffing the air
“Do you smell something burning?” My Darling B asked me the other night as I was watching something on television. I put the program I was watching on pause, because that’s how you smell things better, and sniffed the air. “No,” I answered, “but then I can’t smell much at all right now.” We’re both… Read.
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most enjoyable shower
I think a shower couldn’t possibly feel better than right after I’ve been cleaning the toilet, unless it’s after cleaning the toilet and dredging great big greasy blobs of hair out of the drain in the bathtub. Our Little Red House is sixty-four years old, which means I’ve been through some pretty gnarly adventures in… Read.
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songs you’re done with
We were wondering the other day if there’s a word or phrase to describe songs you’re done with. I mean, other than the phrase I just used. I was thinking maybe there’s an already-established phrase, or one of those mile-long Latin words. That’s what we were wondering about. But “songs you’re done with” will work… Read.
