Hello, my symmetrical snowflakes!
How are you?
I was in traffic the other day when the snow was falling.
It really wasn’t that much, but all of the
drivers forgot how to drive in snow.
I’ve noticed that happens every year.
They have to relearn it.
The
Journal Times even had a story on it:
http://journaltimes.com/news/local/accidents-abound-as-snow-falls/article_7ce0f81c-55f3-11e3-900e-001a4bcf887a.html The snow caught me by surprise.
I arrived at my appointment a little
late.
At least I arrived.
A lot of vehicles ended up in fender benders
or ditches.
Now I will allow myself more
time for driving depending on weather and road conditions.
Now I start taking baby steps across snow
and/or ice to keep my posterior upright.
Now I light candles, but still curse the darkness.
A tie is not as bad as a loss, but it’s not as good as a
win. It’s kind of a numeric limbo. Our gallant and glorious Green Bay Packers
fought to a tie with the Minnesota Vikings last Sunday. I believe that if our team’s injuries were
all to heal magically, no one could stop the Pack. As it is, I’m proud of our gladiators for
giving as good as they got. Tomorrow,
Thanksgiving Day, the peerless Packers take on the Detroit Lions at 11:30 AM.
May a spirit of gratitude give Green Bay
the attitude that it needs to defeat the Lions.
Go Pack!
In the Irregular Football League, the standings remain the
same. I think that perhaps Mr. hale-bopp
is using his scientific wizardry to give himself an edge. Isn’t that cheating? I dabble in a little wizardry myself. Perhaps I should apply some to the IFL.
As some of you may already know, famed psychic Sylvia Browne
died last week. I don’t wish to
disrespect anyone’s passing, but she was much more fame than psychic. To her credit, her faithful fans followed her
even after her “psychic powers” were shown to be fraudulent on a number of
occasions. She kept the con going and
she kept the con big. I wish her well in
her next life. I’ll bet she’s already
sizing up the marks and cooking up a scheme.
St. Peter, check your watch and wallet after dealing with her. Oh my.
Señor Zanza, Junior and I are going to Señor Zanza’s parents’
home for Thanksgiving dinner. Oh my, oh
my. I haven’t met the Zanzas
before. I’m all nervous and
worried. Physician, heal thyself. Hah!
If I drink any of my tonics to calm my nerves, I’ll be semi-comatose at
dinner. I’ll just have to load up on
whatever alcohol they serve. Or maybe
bring a couple of flasks if they don’t.
Junior is anxious to go because Señor Zanza has a couple of daughters
from his first marriage who are coming to dinner. I look forward to meeting them and finding
out more about this first marriage that I haven’t heard about until recently.
Here’s an oldie but a goodie with the late Mr. Johnny Carson
reading children’s recipes for cooking a Thanksgiving turkey:
I know it shows my age, but I laughed and laughed at
that. Mr. Carson was special.
Thank you my dears for reading my blog and have a wonderful
Thanksgiving. As we give gratitude and
break bread with our loved ones, we join millions of others in the family of
man. We are many and we are one.
Enjoy the holiday. Don’t
eat too much. Don’t get trampled on
Black Friday. Don’t forget to help Mr.
OrbsCorbs this Saturday if you can. Happy Irregular
Thanksgiving! I love you all. Gambrinous!