I probably have lunch in my gas expulsion sump too often.
I’m finally considering a Smart Phone, but only because I found a case that looks like cheese. (And naturally I will call it the Cheese Phone at all times.)
Mr. wyswsyia and I are learning different languages on Duolingo. When we come across a strange sentence, we’ll say it to each other. The only correct response is a loud “So you’re a Delta Knight too?”
Es wird ein schöner Tag, wenn es nicht regnet.
Wenn die Sonne nicht zu warm ist.
Il fait toujours beau s’il ne pleut pas.
At work, I sometimes shout, “We’ve got movie sign!” when the buzzing alarms go off every time the conveyors start up.
My arteries look at each other shaking their heads when i drink milk.
I casually scream for things to end when they’ve gone on too long.
It’s not “Thanksgiving”
It’s “Turkey Day”
I welcome Minsky’s dominion
I refer to random unconnected events as a “cavalcade.”
I am often taken under the wing of ice skaters and baseball players.
I’ve been thinking of paring-down my book collection to just “The Pelican Brief” by John Grisham.
I go to this mall for shopping.
Since I started tuning into the Turkey Day marathon, a haven’t referred to Turkey Day as Thanksgiving.
Clint Eastwood will never make another movie after his first one.
When a commercial says “In the not to distant future…” I feel the need to respond with “Next Sunday AD”, “Way down in Deep 13”, “Somewhere in Time and Space” or “Next Sunday Afternoon”.
It’s almost Pavlovian at this point. LOL!