SA In the Shiggy
This morning I looked up shiggy in the Urban Dictionary. Turns out I was pretty close.
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This morning I looked up shiggy in the Urban Dictionary. Turns out I was pretty close.
Donna and I celebrated our 57th wedding anniversary yesterday with gifts, a matinee, and dinner out.
TIL (today I learned) that a tube of flavored Chapstick, placed in a drawer ten years ago and then forgotten, goes rancid.
A sensible person would quit while he’s ahead, forget about the Orient in the bush and settle for the Casio in hand. Give you one guess what I’m going to do.
I guess it’s to be expected that 4th of July parades and gatherings are turning into mass shooting events, as they did yesterday in Chicago and Philadelphia.
Something tells me I should lead off by saying I don’t endorse this. Even so, my first reaction on seeing it was to say “Wow, take a stand much, Pima County Democratic Party?”
Putting out the garbage first thing in the morning once a week is just an extra step in my morning chores. So far it’s working: today there’s garbage all up and down the street, but none of it’s ours.