Posts Tagged ‘Coping . . . Or Not’

Another Quote To Describe My Mood As We Approach The Second Grade Finish Line

April 24, 2019

What I don’t understand is . . . when you owe a bookie a lot of money, and he, say, blows off one of your toes, you still owe him the money.  Doesn’t seem fair to me.

– Dr. Farthing, Dirty Work

I Was Singing To The BIRD, But Still . . .

December 5, 2014

To demonstrate one of the (many) reasons I am unlikely to ever host my own children’s show, today I caught myself singing:

Nap time, nap time,
Time to shut your yap time,
Nap time, nap time,
Shut your yap time!

That’s Why I Said Dead, Not Grateful Dead

December 3, 2014

So just how bad was yesterday, you ask?  Let me put it this way:

I told several people that once the day was over, I was giving serious consideration to running away to follow Jerry Garcia and the rest of the dead.  Before they could correct me, I looked them straight in the eye and assured them that “I know what I said.”