OT: Memories or Not

I get out of my chair in by converted bedroom office, walk down the hall,
turn into the living room, through to the kitchen. Now what did I come in
here for? I have no idea.

I get a Healthy Choice Fudge Bar out of the freezer and sit in my leather
recliner, hoping to remember the real purpose of this trip. I can't help
but marvel that none of our five cats have scratched the leather furniture,
but better find some wood to knock on.

About half-way through the fudge bar I remember - I needed a light blub for
my work lamp!! Now, where did she tell me they were? Oh yeah, above the
stove. Sure enough, there is one curly-cue floorescent (close enough) light
in the blister package. Ten minutes of trying to get it out of the blister
has me frustrated, and I almost decide I don't need the blasted thing. One
last try and it opens!

I head back down the hall, into my "office," and replace the burned out one.
Let there be light!!
--
Neal
Keep your words soft and sweet ~ Just in case you need to eat them


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