It's hard to believe I haven't been blogblabbing for 11 days, but it's true. It's not that I haven't had something to say. I always have something to say. Most times it's just not that interesting, but I live alone and when the quiet gets too quiet, I fill it up with me--talking, running on about something, anything, stepping onto the soap box and preaching to the choir or anyone else who will listen. Oh heavens, I don't even care if anyone is listening anymore. I'm getting old, sailing into the sunset, and I'm not going quietly!!
Tonight's theme is "How Wierd Can I Be?" Answer: Very. Question: Who Cares? Answer: Who cares, who cares! Question: Do you think World Peace is possible? Answer: Only if no one in a beauty pageant is ever asked that question again. I know I'll feel more peaceable if that happens. Question: Why do old people seem to get wierd? Answer: Because we don't want anyone to forget about us, and, if all we do is sit around taking our teeth out and testing our blood sugar, we'll be forgettable. Question: What's the wierdest thing you've ever done? Answer: I haven't done the wierdest thing yet, but I'm thinking up a doozy. (Incidentally "doozy" is one of those old person words that make us seem wierd.) The End.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
I wouldn't call you weird, Mom. I'd call you... special.
It's thpeshul to be your mother. Doesn't that make you thpeshul too? Yep. It does.
Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the TV de LCD, I hope you enjoy. The address is http://tv-lcd.blogspot.com. A hug.
Hey... you spelled 'weird' in a 'wierd' way -- that's a bit weird, coming from you. You always were a stickler for spelling! Naughty!
Hey... you spelled 'weird' in a 'wierd' way -- that's a bit weird, coming from you. You always were a stickler for spelling! Naughty!
Post a Comment