OzarkLad said "No more TV until you write your newsletter!" He seems to think that just because he has the guts torn out of my computer, and scattered across the dining room table, then I should be *doing* something too. Hmmph! Men.
Can somebody answer me this...Why is one lane on the interstate closed two and a half miles before you get to where the construction is actually taking place? I measured one such instance out of curiosity and that's how far it was.
I'm still trying to figure out why the traffic was only going 0 - 10 mph. Well I say, any excuse for a party! I popped in a jammin' tape and danced with my car. Between the clutch, brake and accelerator, I was able to make her bounce in rythm to the tune "Life in the Fast Lane". The trucker behind me was amused too, judging by his smile and how he blew his horn to some tune.
Pat is doing a bit of traveling himself. He went to New York for a week. Then he went to West Virginia for a few days. Now he's in California visiting his wife, and doesn't know how long he'll be there, or if he will even return. (Don't forget to write.)
Josh was afraid the bank would close while he was in the long line at the drive-thru, so he decided he'd be *inside* if they locked the door. As he was standing there waiting and waiting, he wondered how to become one of those people whose line is speedy.
Nikki and I were leaving our favorite Chinese restaurant when we noticed something new in the display case. Little drums on a stick with beads on strings on the sides. You know what I mean, from Karate Kid Part II, the secret to kicking ass. She got one with yellow flowers, mine had pink, in case we ran into trouble all we need do was spin them back and forth. That night the drums banged!, but not for *trouble*. Upon hearing a bad joke...drum action. A corny pick-up line...drum action. Just for the hell of it...drum action.
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Okay OzarkLad, I'm done. Now give me the remote.
Your President,
Kaye Coffey