Quips

Norman Rockwell's Saturday Evening Post

Blither Blather headquarters is in full chaos mode with the demolition of our flooded floors (sigh...!).  The dust and trash is downright tragic.  Not to mention all our possessions are stuffed in random rooms and the odds of finding items like toe nail clippers, the cereal, Ben-Gay back rub, or stamps for the bills is nigh on impossible.  This too shall pass...  The nice worker man greets me at the butt crack of dawn with an embarrassed apology.  "Sorry ma'am, I meant to call before coming on over, but my mama was on the phone..."  And he squirms uncomfortably.  I assure him that's THE BEST excuse I've ever heard.  I'm even impressed, frankly.  E'rybody knows that when mama's on the phone, back the f* off!  She was pro'bly speculatin' and trash talking bout some of her relatives or neighbors.  And that sh*t is IMPORTANT.  Clearly my boybarians need more training in this department.

At lunch with lil brother the other day, he asks me what kinda job I would pick if I didn't have my current one.  I tell him I'd like to be a librarian since I LOVE books and organizing.  He is clearly unimpressed that anyone would care about such.  So he pressures me some more.  "OK-well, then, I would like to work in real estate since I love houses."  He quizzically assesses me and then says, "You need to work on your people skills then."  WTF???  I assure him I DO have people skills-which is rich coming from a barrel roller like him.  PPPfftttt.....

Today we are having lunch with the grandma brigade at the nursing home.  We plan to be there early.  Like 10:45 AM.  Cause the old folks ain't playing.  Grandmother assures us they serve real food there-with taste.  None of this healthy nonsense.  And the best chocolate pie...  Trust me:  I will be elbowing my way in.

Hope y'all are enjoying your local watering holes and the easy-breezy pace of summertime!