Thursday, January 31, 2019

Thursday This n That

I have three pairs of glasses now, but I'm still stuck in the mindset of only having one, so I keep thinking I'm going to have to get up and walk into the living room to get my glasses, even though there's a pair right here on my desk.  Derp.

I wrote an entire long paragraph on Monday night with no punctuation other than at the end.  My editor is going to go into spasms but I was trying to show the character was in hysterics.  The MC slaps her to make it stop.

There was something else here, but it was so long, I turned it into a post for next week.

I sometimes wonder what people would think if they ever read the sticky notes on my desk.  There's one there now that says 'bunnies killed cellphones--Landlines?'  I expect they'd lock me in a rubber room with an I-love-me jacket.

I've been calling straitjackets 'I-love-me' jackets for decades.  Think about it for a second.  Get it now?  Not sure where I heard it or if I came up with that one myself.  I so funny.

Today, we're having Thanksgiving dinner.  Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce.  Yum.  I felt like eating turkey and they had turkeys on sale.  It was only $2.50 more for me to buy a whole turkey than a pre-made package of turkey breast slices with gravy.  Lucky for me, Hubs is okay with making it. 

Some of the things I thought were hilarious when I was younger are not really making me laugh like they used to.  Laurel and Hardy?  Meh.  Abbott and Costello?  Meh.  I'm meh about the Marx Brothers, too, to a certain extent.  (Still love me some Harpo.)  I guess I've progressed beyond slapstick.  Which is kinda sad.  I do breakout laughing when I see a criminal get tased, though.  Especially when they stiffen up and fall over.  Or when they're being all Barney Badass and then end up shrieking like a little girl.  ROFL.  Kills me every time.

Nope, no plans on ever getting tased.  That shit looks like it hurts and as long as you do what the officers are asking you to do, you don't get tased.  I'm very into doing what I'm told when pain is on the line.  They tell you to put your hands in the air, you do it.  They tell you to get on the ground, you do it.  Don't run.  Don't reach for stuff.  Follow directions and no tasing necessary.  Funny how that works.  And if you think they're in the wrong, you still do what they ask and sort it out later - after you call a lawyer.  Better to spend a few hours sorting it out than face the pain of a taser.  Know what I mean?

And that's it for me.  What's it for you?


  1. When I take my glasses off, I run into walls. ;-)

    My sense of humor is totally warped. I've never found any comedy show funny. But once in a while a book can set me to giggling, probably in a scene nobody else would consider funny.

    LOL! My desk is covered with weird little strips of paper that greatly resemble your sticky notes. :-P

    I'm home from dad-sitting and watching cartoons for hours (and trying to read, but Mom's "bright light" is barely good enough to see the pages), and all I want to do is go to bed. But it's 3.5 hours too early! Hoping to get my second wind back soon so I can get some work done.

  2. I had a break-out laugh when I saw your comment about break-out laughing when a criminal gets tased. Truth!

    FYI, getting taxed DOES hurt. (I got tased during police training. Sucks.)

    I have no idea where my brain went yesterday. I swear I went through my blog roll. I obviously didn't

    I also laugh when criminals run while their pants are belted around their thighs. Seriously?!?! Their faceplants give me the gigglesnorts.

    I have six pairs of glasses, all for different things, and none of them the correct prescription at the moment.

    My post-its and scribbles on the white board are cryptic--or lines I want to use, like:
    She was simple--like quantum physics.
    Logic is optional where Wolves are concerned.
    Hannah making cookie balls...AHAHAHAHAHA
    Quelling look - why do I never use this in a book?!?
    Note to self: You can't pop popcorn in a clothes dryer.

    Now I want popcorn. And that's it for me. Sorry to be a day late, and we all know I'm always a dollar short.