I didn’t have a very good day yesterday. I messed up and ate too much sugar the night before and couldn’t sleep because of the sugar buzz. Then when I got up and the sugar high had diminished I felt all washed out and yucky. I know better than to do that because my diabetes won’t allow it, but I did it anyway. How stupid is that? I basically lounged around the house all day doing absolutely nothing. To the casual observer it might have been difficult to see any difference from my normal routine, but I wasn’t even thinking about doing something or trying to make excuses for doing nothing.
Around two in the afternoon Tracey took me to town to eat and I stopped by Staples to buy my yearly tax software. I used to scribble it all out by hand but a couple years ago I started using the computer to do it and it is much easier that way. Also easier to read when it comes off the printer compared to my terrible chicken scratch writing. The tax papers are slowly coming in the mail and one day soon I will have no excuse but to cipher it all up and mail it in. |
Jeff Jerome, curator of the Poe House and Museum, walks away from original grave of Edgar Allen Poe with a bottle of cognac and roses left by a mysterious visitor, Saturday, Jan. 19, 2008, in Baltimore. Since 1949 someone has marked Poe’s birthday by mysteriously leaving the items by the writer’s grave.(AP Photo/Rob Carr) font> |
Minnesota Furniture Store Owner
Ole, a furniture dealer from up at Brainerd MN, decided to expand the line of furniture in his store, so he decided to go to Paris to see what he could find. After arriving in Paris he visited with some manufacturers and selected a line that he thought would sell well back home. To celebrate the new acquisition, he decided to visit a small bistro and have a glass of wine. As he sat enjoying his wine, he noticed that the small place was quite crowded, and that the other chair at his table was the only vacant seat in the house.
Before long, a very beautiful young Parisian girl came to his table, asked him something in French (which Ole couldn’t understand), so he motioned to the vacant chair and invited her to sit down. He tried to speak to her in English, but she did not speak his language so, after a couple of minutes of trying to communicate with her, he took a napkin and drew a picture of a wine glass and showed it to her. She nodded, so he ordered a glass of wine for her.
After sitting together at the table for a while, he took another napkin, and drew a picture of a plate with food on it, and she nodded. They left the bistro and found a quiet cafe that featured a small group playing romantic music. They ordered dinner, after which he took another napkin and drew a picture of a couple dancing. She nodded, and they got up to dance. They danced until the cafe closed and the band was packing up.
Back at their table, the young lady took a napkin and drew a picture of a four-poster bed.
To this day, Ole has no idea how she figured out he was in the furniture business. |
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