...I realized early that I had no chance kiddo. I can only remember three things at a time. Mz ribit sends me to the basement for four things and I come back with five things and none of them are right. Of course that might be part of my plot to have her do all the going to the basement stuff herself.
I understand, ribit. I realized that early, too. But once DE knew I was trying (really trying), I was too INTO it to quit.
Ohhhh, three (3) things, wow, you're doing better than I am.
I caught onto that game EARLY.
I used to tell people that I was not a fighter. I am not. Once, I was questioned about rolls I had made. "What are these rolls?" "Why, is there something wrong?" "They taste funny."
REALLY, they taste funny?
Picked up the basket of rolls, went outside on the deck and threw them over. OK, no more complaints about the freaking rolls.
"Is this cooked enough?" DUNNO, why?
I think it's frozen in the middle.
REALLY? Let me get the bologna and cheese out, except there aren't any rolls to put it on.
))) I had an inspector from the health dept living in my house.
He started saying less and less, wonder why, huh?
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