The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Pre-Christmas curmudgeonly thoughts
Received via e-mail, origin unknown (clickit to biggit):
#'s 1-4 for sure. #6, naps aren't optional anymore. They just happen, without warning. #8, duct tape muffles the sound but a little WD-40 up the nostrils at the same time stops the squeaking permanently. Merry Christmas to you and all of your readers Peter.
As an engineer I appreciate the consumer product improvements in #9. Any day now self driving cars will allow a thief to get in, lock the doors, and deliver them to the nearest police station.
I'm sure we at the Denver Mad Scientists Club could come up with a list of 10 or so desperately needed things like that given only a modicum of alcohol.
Well, we DO have three dozen tamals to eat, in addition to the 'regular' faire... :-)
ReplyDeleteI resemble a scary number of those, especially #2 and #5.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and Miss D, from me an The Queen Of The World, Peter!
#'s 1-4 for sure.
ReplyDelete#6, naps aren't optional anymore. They just happen, without warning.
#8, duct tape muffles the sound but a little WD-40 up the nostrils at the same time stops the squeaking permanently.
Merry Christmas to you and all of your readers Peter.
Phil
Sage advice!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and yours!
Merry Christmas to you and those you care for.
ReplyDeleteYep, those apply to me too.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to one and all.
As an engineer I appreciate the consumer product improvements in #9. Any day now self driving cars will allow a thief to get in, lock the doors, and deliver them to the nearest police station.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure we at the Denver Mad Scientists Club could come up with a list of 10 or so desperately needed things like that given only a modicum of alcohol.
Merry Christmas to you and the missus.