Re: Memories or Not
- From: "Neal" <nealbrown1@xxxxxxx>
- Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2007 15:09:53 -0600
Then I walk back down the hall to get a Tylenol for my head-um ache. I knew
there were two reasons for my trip to the kitchen.
Looking in the mirror, I see some brown spots on my T-shirt, looks like
dried blood. I must have injured myself! Close inspection reveals only the
sores from walking into the thorny bush at Kristin's house last night.
Guess I should go back over there and replace her front porch light.
Even closer inspection reveals the dried blood is actually drops from the
fudge bar.
Neal
"Neal" <nealbrown1@xxxxxxx> wrote in message
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I get out of my chair in my 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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