"Dry clean only" means it will make it through the washer and dryer,
or it won't,
and I'll soon find out which.
-- Silk --
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or it won't,
and I'll soon find out which.
-- Silk --
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The kids decided not to make a big deal of Thanksgiving this year, which suits me just fine. Hercules gets a gift turkey from the office every year, and last year he and Daughter hosted a bunch of friends. This year, with the baby, it seemed like too much trouble, so the turkey went into the freezer, and they hosted me for a lunch of stuffed pork chops.
Finger food! Well, food they're letting me eat with my fingers...Makes good finger paint, too.
Here, Gramma, have some avacado:
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A few of the MeetUp groups I joined have more than 200 members. I haven't gone to anything with those groups (mostly singles' groups) because they have like 50-60 people at everything, and that's just too many people for me.
Well, I had hoped nobody would start it, but some idiot did, last night. I cringed when the first "Happy Thanksgiving!" email dropped into my inbox. Sure enough, in short order I'd received about 300 of the damn things.
I hope that someone has gratefully noticed that I am among the silent.
[Muttering, "...buncha grinning sheeple..." Bah, humbug.]
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1 comment:
Oh, Amen. I wish there was a filter on Facebook thank could screen out the name of any holiday.
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