I have this cousin – Bill Poe is his name. Well. He’s not really my cousin but we pretend we are – it’s a long story which I won’t go into here because I can’t wait to share a brilliant prescription he gave me this week – ostensibly to be used in annoying moments – but I’m finding it has multiple applications.
I was perfectly content to watch the snow from the inside of my home last night even though I bemoaned my lack of desire to get out and play in it – build a snowman, throw some snowballs, gather some fresh snow for ice-cream. When did I outgrow that passion to experience such rarities in Mississippi?
If anyone is paying attention to the constantly changing dietary guidelines issued by the food police, you probably have whiplash by now. The U. S. Nutrition Panel is proposing some radical changes to the long accepted dietary guidelines and I’m livid.
Since we were knee high to a grasshopper, our teachers stressed that we should treat others as we would have them treat us. But seems to me there is a double standard to encourage the generosity toward our neighbor while practicing miserliness where we ourselves are concerned.
It has been proposed that we add a new rule – I’m calling it the mud rule. Do not unto yourself what you would not do unto others! No throwing mud at yourself or anyone else – hence the mud rule.
Make that the DIRT Devil which has turned out to be the demon of darkness at my house.. My 30 year old Kirby passed away after Thanksgiving and I was forced to purchase a replacement.
There must have been an epidemic affecting the vacuum cleaner population because the only thing Wal-mart had in stock was the darn Dirt Devil. Today I attempted to empty the canister and the bottom fell out, spewing dust and everything it gobbled up over the last 30 days.