When your wife asks you in an incredulous tone, "Are you cold?" hardly ever is the best response, "Are you menopausal?"
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
13 comments:
And to think that you actually lived long enough to post that.
Jerry--
Don't place any bets on my longevity.
And your still able to blog? Wow she is really calm.
I'm truly amazed you can type in a full-body cast.
Uh oh. Take him out Joyce.
Heh. Does the phrase "duck and cover" ring a bell?
not to worry. the flea-infested cat sleeps on his side of the bed, and likes to perch on his chair.
Oh No You Didn't? I thought you were much to wise to go there!
I just love that Old Spice soap, "Showtime". You smelled marvelous when you came to bed last night. I did not hear the shower. I must have been snoring logs. You are so good to me. But, you really must take hot showers. You were so cold when you came to bed. And I need my toenails trimmed.
Menopause is so funny here at the end. Sputtering like a model T. A night when I can't get warm. They throwing off the covers. Such extremes.
Men blog? I'm new. So, just cruisin' around checking out the new world. This is a great site!
2Thinks--
Yes, men blog. Just one word, "Milblog"!
Ey yi yi!
Got you good!!!
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