Yesterday I found myself shaking my head and muttering, “What the what?!” on two different occasions:
Occasion #1: Goldfish Goes Under the Knife for Tumor Treatment.
At first I thought this was a hoax, but I can’t find anything to indicate that it is. I still find it hard to believe.
Occasion #2: Drive-Thru Funeral Window Lets You Mourn From Car.
Um, NO. This right here is reason enough for everyone to be cremated. Seriously, if Pete were to roll my body up to a drive-thru window so that y’all could judge how the embalmer and make up artist did, I would come back and haunt him until his dying day.
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve heard lately?
Ms. Sophia Loren kindly invites you all to bow down and pay your respects. (Yahoo Images)
I had a blog post ready for you this morning, but then I saw this article and decided to start from scratch with today’s words of non-wisdom from yours truly.
A friend of mine mentioned on Facebook that today is her younger child’s 13th birthday and now she has two teenagers in the house. Cue the groaning and moaning comments from other people about the difficulties of the teen years…
I disagree. Teens can be tough, yes, but when is any human of any age not difficult? Seriously, who among us has not woken up grumpy, rolled her eyes at someone, or stomped off in a huff? No one, that’s who.
Photo courtesy of Amazon.
Part of an occasional series about manners.
I was scrolling around the internet when I came across the gadget shown to the right.
This is easily recognizable as a Swiss Army knife, yes. But do you recognize the tool at the top? It’s a nail clipper.
Way, way, waaaaaay back in the 20th century, before digital cameras were invented.
This was my Facebook status yesterday:
Me to Pete, “How many years has it been?”
Him, calculating “Twenty… three.”
Me, nodding, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”