Squeeze from the Bottom
Remember the metal tubes you crimped from the bottom as you squeezed out the toothpaste?
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Our other children
Remember the metal tubes you crimped from the bottom as you squeezed out the toothpaste?
Recent posts here have been almost entirely domestic. What can a Tucson-based blogger say about events that’ll make the slightest difference? Still, one tries to keep a hand in. On the Air India crash: the engines on those Boeing 787s produce more than enough thrust to make up for forgetting to set flaps and slats […]
Sorry there’s not more today, but at least there’s something.
My pen pal, like me a retired military officer, says he’s ready to quit reading and watching the news altogether, because everything’s political and both sides and so on.
A note from Polly, left in an empty plastic container by the sink: “Where’s the split pea soup? There was a WHOLE CONTAINER!” Sorry, kiddo, I cooked it and I polished off the leftovers.
I’m guessing this pilot’s pucker factor was off the charts.
Is it time? I fear it is.
Mister B, our 16-year-old dachshund, went missing for two hours yesterday.