I sorted out the garage door dilemma yesterday without too much trouble. I didn’t know it but both doors where open ... the large completely and the small one about the height of a snow shovel blade. Evidently one of the boys didn’t get the shovel all the way into the garage when they finished shoveling the steps and when the door closed it came down upon the shovel and then blew the breaker. That was easy enough to fix ... reset the breaker and move the shovel. The large door just had a leaf or something blocking the beam of light at the bottom. Another safety feature that drives me crazy!
Boy did I mess up by going to get groceries yesterday. If there was any doubt the holidays were officially over the proof was in the crowd at that store all grumpy and pushy. Evidently I was not alone in waiting until the last minute because there were more people than usual and all with full carts. Add to that only two open check-out lanes and it was ugly! I was SO glad to get home alive!
Tracey’s work schedule has finally leveled out again as she has a new nurse all trained up. She has been working her regular 8 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. shift and it has been really nice to see her again. She is also in a much better mood!
It isn’t any warmer this morning than yesterday — still right at zero degrees. The forecast is for warmer weather soon and I’m all for that.
Protesters advocating impeachment of U.S. President George W. Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney carry a giant copy of the Constitution as they follow at the end of the 119th annual Rose Parade in Pasadena, CA, January 1, 2008.
A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a bus next to a priest. The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, “Say Father, what causes arthritis?”
The priest replied, “My Son, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes, and lack of a bath.”
The drunk muttered in response, “Well, I’ll be damned,” then returned to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?”
The drunk answered, “I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.”
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