Something you may (or may not) know about me (or even care to know)...
There is at least one angel in every room in my house.
Showing posts with label Factoid Selfie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Factoid Selfie. Show all posts
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Size does matter
Something you may (or may not) know about me (or even care to know)...
I prefer little forks to regular dinner forks. I like dessert forks - even kids' forks (but not the plastic/rubber ones)- little forks. Little forks.
I prefer little forks to regular dinner forks. I like dessert forks - even kids' forks (but not the plastic/rubber ones)- little forks. Little forks.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Ha Ha
Something you may (or may not) know about me (or even care to know)...
When I was young(er) I was REALLY funny - laugh-'til-you-cry funny - life-of-the-party funny. I was.
But since I'm old(er), I'm only funny in spurts. Be ready. Don't miss it. It might be awhile before it comes around again.
When I was young(er) I was REALLY funny - laugh-'til-you-cry funny - life-of-the-party funny. I was.
But since I'm old(er), I'm only funny in spurts. Be ready. Don't miss it. It might be awhile before it comes around again.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Odor begone
Something you may (or may not) know about me (or even care to know)...
I don't like my refrigerator to smell like food - in any way, I want it to smell good - or at the worst - like "nothing" If I open the door and the smell is offensive, I go on an obsessive hunt for the odorific culprit. I won't stop until the sucker is expunged - or in the case of an onion - until it's locked up - boxed up - imprisoned in some type of airtight container. Don't stink up my fridge, dude.
I don't like my refrigerator to smell like food - in any way, I want it to smell good - or at the worst - like "nothing" If I open the door and the smell is offensive, I go on an obsessive hunt for the odorific culprit. I won't stop until the sucker is expunged - or in the case of an onion - until it's locked up - boxed up - imprisoned in some type of airtight container. Don't stink up my fridge, dude.
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