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Isn’t that what Mama June called sketti?

I’m so Old that I started out with hard contacts when I was 12 because soft contacts hadn’t been invented yet. Oh the middle school stories I could tell, about a lens popping out if you cut a side-eye too quickly, then sticking it in your mouth to moisten before popping it back in. Fun times!

Haven’t heard anything of her since Red Sonja.

And so do we from Tennessee! I was invited to a “barbeque” in St. Louis once and when I got there, I looked around for barbeque. There was none! Cooking hamburgers and hot dogs in the yard  is called a cookout, y’all!

Jim Morrison where are you now that we need you?

Here is my favorite Bible excerpt- it’s all I need. From the Book of Matt—

Sad to say, evidently not anthrax

Amusingly, you can see the outline of his skull under that nasty yellow fluff he calls hair in the accompanying pic. Gaaaah, I hate everything about him.

This is very wicked of me, but suppose his precious Ivanka got cancer, And died. Slowly and painfully. In front of his eyes.

I don’t think I have ever actually ever hated anyone in my entire life. I’m a nice person with a mellow personality. And I hate this guy, I hate everything about him, and also I hate that he has made me hate.

I don’t allow guns in my home. I will take my chances that an intruder will break in someday and kill me; I live in a gated community (I know, I know) and have a very good alarm system. I have a much-loved niece who recently got into owning a gun- I have asked her to leave her gun at home, or at least in the car when…

I’ve been saying this ever since That Baboon got elected POTUS- the internet will be the end of civilization. Mark me.

Several years ago when I was touring Scotland, we visited McQ’s grave on the lonely, windswept Isle of Skye. Oddly, it’s just a couple dozen feet from the grave of Flora McDonald, who saved Bonnie Prince Charlie after Culloden.

A couple of years ago Prof G and I were vacationing in Scandinavia. While riding a tour bus through Stockholm, we passed a cheesy looking yellow house with a big sign- ABBA Museum! “Stop, stop the bus!” we yelled. “Nej!” the driver replied cheerfully. Sigh. I will never get to tour the ABBA Museum; I will forever…

Reminds me of that big blue shark in Finding Nemo. Scary/sexy!

I’m being cynical, but I dare say Vanessa, who will be very well off when the dust settles, will have plenty of suitors, no matter how many kids she’s got. Most of them won’t be worth spit probably, but her dance card will likely be quite full.

I’m old enough to remember having to kneel on the gym floor to prove that our skirt hems touched the floor in front. Of course, once we got out of the gym, we rolled up our waistbands till our hems were halfway up our thighs! Even more stupidly, boys and girls had to have skin showing between their eyebrows and bangs,…

Oh good night, this woman. “Hey everybody, I’m naked!”