Posts Tagged "humor"

I Am Sick of Myself

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I Am Sick of Myself

For some reason, Myself has become a total nuisance.  Although I am used to being alone with Myself, we are not getting along.  As a matter of fact, we are not even speaking to each other. I want to do stuff around the house, but Myself thinks we are on vacation and wants to sit on the couch playing games on my phone or watching Netflix movies.  Lord forbid an exciting series comes up on the screen with ten thousand episodes, Myself wants to watch, which becomes an all-nighter. Myself thinks it’s fun to make me want to snack and drink water, then signals me to run to the bathroom. You...

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The Pickup Truck

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The Pickup Truck

The Pickup Truck Old, rusty, and brown, that’s me. Once long ago, I was a looker before the years got to me. My four tires are nearly slick but patched so many times that it counts as more tread. Sometimes my tires look almost flat, but if you keep airing them up, they’ll get you where you’re going. Lightly pumping my brake pedal will bring you to a nice stop.  Slam on my brake, and I’ll keep on a going. Slam again, and I’ll throw you through the windshield. Being a standard, I have a clutch and a long gear shifter on the floor.  There is a round ball on the top...

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One of Those Days

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One of Those Days

We all have them, those days that seem to blow our minds with the unbelievable things that happen. Getting up in the morning, you think the day will be uneventful.  Suddenly out of nowhere, you find yourself in some ridiculous twilight zone.   Stuff starts happening that you know other people are not going to believe, tell anyone about, or much less write down then share.  Of course, if you are a writer of humor, love to laugh at yourself, you’re going to write about it.  So here I sit at the computer telling about my twilight zone day. The day started reasonably well.  It was a...

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Meme Bought Silly String

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Meme Bought Silly String

First of all, who is Meme?  The name Meme is what my first Grandson gave me when he was little.  When he would ask me for something, it would come out as “Me. Me.” Since I always answered that by giving him something, my name to him became Meme.  So from then on all of my Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren have called me, Meme, at least to my face.  Lord knows what else they might call me when I’m not around, but then the possibilities are far too many to imagine. My Youngest Great Grandson turned one on May 1, 2019, and a birthday party was held for him April 28, 2019....

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Where’d My Menu Go?

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Where’d My Menu Go?

Well now, it has been a while since the Widow let you know what she has been up to, but you can believe that it has all been days of learning how not to do things. Nancy Lou has been reading and editing, War & Commitment:  The Love Story of Nancy & Frank: Book II, but while doing that, she has been writing new chapters on this website of the fourth book of the Memoir. This widow-woman does not use a wireless mouse to move the pointer arrow around the screen.  Instead, Nancy Lou uses her pointer finger to scroll around on the computer dumafloche below the keys on the keyboard. ...

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