Ummm...
Two a.m. in the morning is redundant. am is morning...
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tough to be Grumpie
when the nights are cool enough for a blanket, the days are warm but not hot, with a lovely breeze blowing snd the skies are blue with fluffy white clouds. If I work hard enough at it, I can probably comw up with something. Let's see... it can wait.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Harrumph!
Young lady, if you would add a few inches to the legs of your shorts, you might not have to dig them out of your butt in a public parking lot! Gah!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Feeling Left Out
Now, there are some things I want to be left out of -- obviously, I'm not a slave to fashion and I don't care to join in with politically correct thinking for it's own sake.
I guess I must be an oddball in other ways. Perhaps I'm socially unacceptable. Anyway, this is written with a little lump in my throat because I wasn't invited and I'm feeling left out.
Whi-i-ine!
I guess I must be an oddball in other ways. Perhaps I'm socially unacceptable. Anyway, this is written with a little lump in my throat because I wasn't invited and I'm feeling left out.
Whi-i-ine!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Did you forget?
Okay, let's go over this, again!
1. T-shirts are underwear, especially white ones!
2. I don't want to see your underwear, and that means your bra and your underpants, or any portion thereof, whether sticking out of your clothes or playing peekaboo through you too sheer clothes!
3. Running shorts belong at the track.
4. Sweat shirts and pants belong at the gym, or maybe the track.
5. Your baseball cap should be doffed as you enter the door, and certainly should not be on your head whilst you are dining.
6. Short shorts allow too much of your skin to touch something I might have to touch.
Maybe that's enough for right now.
Thanks I feel a little less grumpie.
1. T-shirts are underwear, especially white ones!
2. I don't want to see your underwear, and that means your bra and your underpants, or any portion thereof, whether sticking out of your clothes or playing peekaboo through you too sheer clothes!
3. Running shorts belong at the track.
4. Sweat shirts and pants belong at the gym, or maybe the track.
5. Your baseball cap should be doffed as you enter the door, and certainly should not be on your head whilst you are dining.
6. Short shorts allow too much of your skin to touch something I might have to touch.
Maybe that's enough for right now.
Thanks I feel a little less grumpie.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Puh-leeze!
Get a full length mirror! That's all I'm say...
Nah, I can't just leave it there.
OK, I understand. You want to be comfortable.
Just because your body has aged past perfection, doesn't mean you mustn't wear shorts in public, I guess. There should be a law, however, against wearing one of those printed(LIKE THIS) t-shirts clinging over and rolling under your sagging bosom. On a young, well endowed woman it looks rather ghastly. Stuck to your body, well... puh-leeze!
Wanna borrow my muumuu?
Nah, I can't just leave it there.
OK, I understand. You want to be comfortable.
Just because your body has aged past perfection, doesn't mean you mustn't wear shorts in public, I guess. There should be a law, however, against wearing one of those printed(LIKE THIS) t-shirts clinging over and rolling under your sagging bosom. On a young, well endowed woman it looks rather ghastly. Stuck to your body, well... puh-leeze!
Wanna borrow my muumuu?
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Don't Say It!
OK, there is nothing tongue in cheek about this grumpiness! You have no idea what someone else may be going through. Your negative comment may be the straw that broke the camel's back. You may discourage the stuggling soul from the next baby step he/she is trying to take. Write it in you journal. Blog it. Talk to your bathroom mirror about it. Whatever you must do to keep it from escaping your lips at the crucial moment, do it! Shut up. Don't say it!
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