Last one standing...

We can walk away from anyone
but ourselves.

How will you live with you?

Best friends...

Margaret: He wants me.

Maude: What? I can't hear you.

Margaret: He. Wants. Me!

Maude: Give it a rest, girlfriend. He can't get out
of the way of his own walker.

Ramone: C'mon, ladies. Let's roll on over to the
game room.

Margaret: I don't want to play Bingo.
I want to get laid!


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What?... no comments on my nursing home humor?
This is pretty much how I see myself in thirty years.
Oh, well... onward.

Shoulder...

Any burden of
my being
should rest with
me alone.
Not add to
other's sighing
when the weight of
their life pulls.
Expect no gifts
or service
be handed
without price.
The life I make,
the path I choose,
is my own sweat
and soul.

Sitemeter entertainment...

Yeah. All of you are now thinking, "Poor woman has no life."
Close.

It just gave me a chuckle this morning when I saw a hit from
a google search...... "give it all to mommy good boy"..... and they
end up on my post 'Mom's Good Boy...' about the death of my dog.
(Not meaning my post was a chuckle... far from it.)

Wondering if the searcher... from Sydney, Australia... found what
she/he was looking for?


And...
I seem to have a new regular reader/lurker. Someone using
Road Runner in Shortsville, N. Y.
Speak to me! Don't be shy...

zzzzzzzzzz...

There are rumors going around that I snore in my sleep.

I know for a fact that I do not snore when I'm awake.
I'm awake now. I am not snoring.

Maybe a little snorting, as I write this, but no snoring.


I don't fart, either.