Yesterday I was at Petco, buying a large bag of
Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Charlie,
the Wonder Dog and was in the check-out line when a
woman behind me asked if I had a dog. (What did she think I had, an
elephant?)
So because I'm retired and have little to do, on
impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog,
I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I
probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but
that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward
with IV's in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a Perfect Diet
and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with
Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry.
The food is nutritionally complete, (certified), so it works well and
I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically
everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive
care, because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I had stopped
to pee on a fire hydrant and a car hit me.
Well, I thought the guy behind her was going to have
a heart attack he was laughing so hard.
Petco won't let me shop there anymore. Better watch
what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to
think of crazy things to say.
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Sunday, July 8, 2018
ocean breezes
You have ocean breezes, I miss them and the smell of the ocean. The closest I can come is when it's raining and Charley and I go out on the back porch to watch and smell it. The sprinkler doesn't do it for me.
We were looking to going to the beach this coming week but the cheapest hotel room we can find with a ocean view starts at $250 a night and frankly we don't think it is worth that much. Maybe we can go in October when the rates are cheaper.We will just cool it around the homestead this week.
I am enjoying life, I don't do much but my mind is at ease, can't ask much more than that I think. I pick a few of my roses and bring them in for Donna and pick a few small green/turning red tomatoes before the birds get them and bring them in to the kitchen for Tomato sandwiches or just watch then turn to goo and go bad before I catch them doing that and they are running juice all over the counter. I think our ghost must do something to them at night when I am not looking.
Monday, July 2, 2018
I mention going to planet fitness every great once in a while to Donna and that conversation drops like a bowling ball from wet fingers. Oh well, I have started walking as I mentioned, I walk Charley about 1/2 a mile, then coming back we fast jog almost a run about half the way back home. Well ok maybe two blocks in a almost run, well ok it's a good solid one block anyway. Then we each are breathing so hard that we can't drink anything as fast we want because we have to continue breathing fast and hard. I keep thinking of what Daddy told me about joggers dropping dead of heart attacks and he thought we only have so many steps and when you take them all your time is up. So don't push it. Also Bob Harper had a heart attack and he is a fitness nut and drinks all that green nasty stuff from a blender. If it didn't help him, I will stick with my Tea and coffee and daily glass of water. Remember what happened to Euell Gibbons ? nuff said.
So Donna told me she saw a report where passing gas actually helps you and the people smelling it have less a chance for dementia. I asked her who volunteered for this in depth study? I can see people lining up to be in the fart smelling room hooked up to mask that connect to other people's butt's while they eat eggs and beans. Oh yeah I can see that. A real life controlled study.
So where is this leading you ask? Well as she arrived home yesterday and was getting out of the car she let a little stinker go, So I hugged her real close and acted like I was trying to get by her saying" Quick let me in their, I don't want to get dementia and need to smell that fart. She said quiet! The neighbors can hear you. So I say it again loudly this time, let me smell your fart, it will help me I don't care if the neighbors hear. She then erupts in laughter calling me crazy.
Which reminds me of the story Dad told me, when he went into a bar in Boston during the war and ran into a bunch of guys that were fart smeller's and wanted him to eat a bunch of boiled eggs they had on the bar and would breath them in very heavily and start shaking all over. I told Dad he sure went into some strange places and met some weird people. I think I would pass on that. Yes Dear old Dad actually told me that one. About the same time he told me he dated Pasty Cline but she was to homely for him.
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