- If you answer “I’m free most nights and weekends” when I ask when you can meet with a vendor, please don’t be surprised when I schedule a meeting with the vendor for 7 PM on Tuesday.
- Note to Self – If we want to survive until the end of this year, the words “Brown lumps in gray sauce or gray lumps in brown sauce?” should not go through our lips when entering the kitchen and smelling dinner.
- I took my semi-annual look at my retirement account, and if things keep going well for the stock market, adjusting for inflation, I should be able to retire sometime in my mid-80’s.
- When I hit the milestones that allow me to retire from the current day job, I think I’m going to explore a new career as a reprobate. That seems to pay well, at least for those reprobates with titles like ‘Senator’ and “Congressman’.
- My 401K grew by about 25% this year due to the, IMHO, overheated stock market. The feeling I have in my gut right now is the same as I have when I’m in the first car on the rollercoaster and we’re approaching the crest of the first big hill.
- As the holidays approach at breakneck speed, we are all thinking of what to give our loved ones. This year, be practical – give those you cherish ammunition, magazines, and booze.
- I’m not saying things look bad when I look into my magic 8 ball, but I’m considering cutting a piece off of an old flag and putting it into my wallet, just in case.
- Irish Woman and I had our annual “Please don’t buy me anything for Christmas”…. ‘discussion’ the other night. I took a different tack this year by listing all of the things she and the kids have bought me for Christmas over the decades that met their fates at Goodwill or the bottom of a dumpster when we moved this year. I’m hoping that this message convinced her that there is absolutely nothing I need nor want and that a good breakfast and some quiet music is all I ask for on Christmas morning.
- It’s a forlorn hope, I know, but maybe one year I’ll wake up to a hug, a hot cup of coffee, and nothing more waiting for me.
- Irish Woman tried to convince me to just buy her a bottle of the shampoo she loved back in the 80’s for Christmas, and I laughed in her face. I don’t have much to live for, but I’m not going down like that.
- Might as well watch her unwrap a set of steak knives and then go take a nap.
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Posted by daddybear71 on December 13, 2020
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/ December 13, 2020Ah yes, ’tis the season… I give the daughters and grandson money. That way THEY are to blame for whatever they get, NOT me… LOL
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