My Crazy Day

It started with my rant in here about the crazy religious woman. I'd
just finished posting, when the crowd got up. It went from 0 others in
here to 6 in less than 2 minutes. So we went to McDonald's for breakfast.

There, I got hit on by this 80+ year old man. He started out
complimenting me on my family, then wanted to know what I was doing
today. I didn't realize he was hitting on me until Lynn whispered that
he was and then gave out details. At first I was weirded out, then I
found it really funny. We're still laughing about it and how I didn't
realize what he was up to. The kids say that I didn't put out widow
vibes, just had no male roughly my age in tow.

Mike and Lynn are flying back to Seattle tomorrow, so I wanted to pick
up some stuff for them. Mike now owns the leather bound edition of D&D
3.5. Lynn wanted and got a copy of one of the reference books she
loves. It turns out that she studies the meaning and origin of personal
names. She has an encyclopedic memory for the things. She is
fascinating. I was able to help her find a reference that she'd been
looking for. I was a happy mama.

On the way home, I pulled into a collectible/head shop. I found a
couple of great snuff bottles there a few years ago. Nothing today, but
looking is most of the fun. Next door to this store is a pet store.
The kids went in ahead of me then rushed out and announced that the
snakes were still there, but worse, there were BITTIES for sale as well.
Not good. Mandy ended up getting a six week old(yeah, I know, too
young) long furred black with charcoal undercoat, male DLH who likes to
sleep,play with his toys, eat, and climb whatever he can. Smokey, as
they named him, is currently sleeping in my hand as I type this.

We got home from PetSmart with supplies for ALL of the owners and I
collected the mail. There was a sales brochure from a headstone
company, a general touting estate planning through an insurance company,
and a letter from the VA (Veterans Administration). It turns out that
vets cannot receive benefits for the month they die. I am supposed to
send them a check for the amount Rob got, then they will send me a check
in my name for whatever amount I'm entitled to. I lost it,screamed at
the guy over the phone, got Mike telling the rest of the crew to watch
out because I tend to take my stress out on those around me.

So what do you do after that? I blew the cash and took us all to a new
theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon." I got a queasy tummy, then
fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up at the end of the
movie. What I saw was really good. The kids adored the movie. They
want copies of the DVD when it comes out. I'll have to buy one just to
see what I missed. When we got home, I slept for over three hours then
rejoined the real world. I feel better and can talk about it now.

OH, I forgot. My casualty assistance officer called while we were in
PetSmart. His accent is so thick (Hispanic) that I had to make him
repeat everything at least twice. I think I'm in trouble. The kids
think this is funny and something that Rob would get a kick out of,
along with my 80+ year old boyfriend (who told me that he has coffee at
McDonald's every morning). They are no help at all.

Pam S

Tell Mike and Lynn the weather in Seattle was beautiful today.
((((((((Pam)))))
Love
Kyla

"tanadashoes"

It started with my rant in here about the crazy religious woman. I'd just
finished posting, when the crowd got up. It went from 0 others in here to
6 in less than 2 minutes. So we went to McDonald's for breakfast.

There, I got hit on by this 80+ year old man. He started out
complimenting me on my family, then wanted to know what I was doing today.
I didn't realize he was hitting on me until Lynn whispered that he was and
then gave out details. At first I was weirded out, then I found it really
funny. We're still laughing about it and how I didn't realize what he was
up to. The kids say that I didn't put out widow vibes, just had no male
roughly my age in tow.

Mike and Lynn are flying back to Seattle tomorrow, so I wanted to pick up
some stuff for them. Mike now owns the leather bound edition of D&D 3.5.
Lynn wanted and got a copy of one of the reference books she loves. It
turns out that she studies the meaning and origin of personal names. She
has an encyclopedic memory for the things. She is fascinating. I was
able to help her find a reference that she'd been looking for. I was a
happy mama.

On the way home, I pulled into a collectible/head shop. I found a couple
of great snuff bottles there a few years ago. Nothing today, but looking
is most of the fun. Next door to this store is a pet store. The kids went
in ahead of me then rushed out and announced that the snakes were still
there, but worse, there were BITTIES for sale as well. Not good. Mandy
ended up getting a six week old(yeah, I know, too young) long furred black
with charcoal undercoat, male DLH who likes to sleep,play with his toys,
eat, and climb whatever he can. Smokey, as they named him, is currently
sleeping in my hand as I type this.

We got home from PetSmart with supplies for ALL of the owners and I
collected the mail. There was a sales brochure from a headstone company,
a general touting estate planning through an insurance company, and a
letter from the VA (Veterans Administration). It turns out that vets
cannot receive benefits for the month they die. I am supposed to send
them a check for the amount Rob got, then they will send me a check in my
name for whatever amount I'm entitled to. I lost it,screamed at the guy
over the phone, got Mike telling the rest of the crew to watch out because
I tend to take my stress out on those around me.

So what do you do after that? I blew the cash and took us all to a new
theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon." I got a queasy tummy, then
fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up at the end of the movie.
What I saw was really good. The kids adored the movie. They want copies
of the DVD when it comes out. I'll have to buy one just to see what I
missed. When we got home, I slept for over three hours then rejoined the
real world. I feel better and can talk about it now.

OH, I forgot. My casualty assistance officer called while we were in
PetSmart. His accent is so thick (Hispanic) that I had to make him repeat
everything at least twice. I think I'm in trouble. The kids think this is
funny and something that Rob would get a kick out of, along with my 80+
year old boyfriend (who told me that he has coffee at McDonald's every
morning). They are no help at all.

Pam S

tanadashoes wrote:
It started with my rant in here about the crazy religious woman. I'd
just finished posting, when the crowd got up. It went from 0 others in
here to 6 in less than 2 minutes. So we went to McDonald's for breakfast.

There, I got hit on by this 80+ year old man. He started out
complimenting me on my family, then wanted to know what I was doing
today. I didn't realize he was hitting on me until Lynn whispered that
he was and then gave out details. At first I was weirded out, then I
found it really funny. We're still laughing about it and how I didn't
realize what he was up to. The kids say that I didn't put out widow
vibes, just had no male roughly my age in tow.

Mike and Lynn are flying back to Seattle tomorrow, so I wanted to pick
up some stuff for them. Mike now owns the leather bound edition of D&D
3.5. Lynn wanted and got a copy of one of the reference books she
loves. It turns out that she studies the meaning and origin of personal
names. She has an encyclopedic memory for the things. She is
fascinating. I was able to help her find a reference that she'd been
looking for. I was a happy mama.

On the way home, I pulled into a collectible/head shop. I found a
couple of great snuff bottles there a few years ago. Nothing today, but
looking is most of the fun. Next door to this store is a pet store. The
kids went in ahead of me then rushed out and announced that the snakes
were still there, but worse, there were BITTIES for sale as well. Not
good. Mandy ended up getting a six week old(yeah, I know, too young)
long furred black with charcoal undercoat, male DLH who likes to
sleep,play with his toys, eat, and climb whatever he can. Smokey, as
they named him, is currently sleeping in my hand as I type this.

We got home from PetSmart with supplies for ALL of the owners and I
collected the mail. There was a sales brochure from a headstone
company, a general touting estate planning through an insurance company,
and a letter from the VA (Veterans Administration). It turns out that
vets cannot receive benefits for the month they die. I am supposed to
send them a check for the amount Rob got, then they will send me a check
in my name for whatever amount I'm entitled to. I lost it,screamed at
the guy over the phone, got Mike telling the rest of the crew to watch
out because I tend to take my stress out on those around me.

So what do you do after that? I blew the cash and took us all to a new
theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon." I got a queasy tummy, then
fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up at the end of the
movie. What I saw was really good. The kids adored the movie. They
want copies of the DVD when it comes out. I'll have to buy one just to
see what I missed. When we got home, I slept for over three hours then
rejoined the real world. I feel better and can talk about it now.

OH, I forgot. My casualty assistance officer called while we were in
PetSmart. His accent is so thick (Hispanic) that I had to make him
repeat everything at least twice. I think I'm in trouble. The kids
think this is funny and something that Rob would get a kick out of,
along with my 80+ year old boyfriend (who told me that he has coffee at
McDonald's every morning). They are no help at all.

Pam S


Try to think of how good the old duffer felt after hitting on such a
young beautiful lady. That was probably the high point of his day! LOL
Best wishes. MLB

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
It started with my rant in here about the crazy religious woman. I'd just
finished posting, when the crowd got up. It went from 0 others in here to
6 in less than 2 minutes. So we went to McDonald's for breakfast.

There, I got hit on by this 80+ year old man. He started out
complimenting me on my family, then wanted to know what I was doing today.
I didn't realize he was hitting on me until Lynn whispered that he was and
then gave out details. At first I was weirded out, then I found it really
funny. We're still laughing about it and how I didn't realize what he was
up to. The kids say that I didn't put out widow vibes, just had no male
roughly my age in tow.

Mike and Lynn are flying back to Seattle tomorrow, so I wanted to pick up
some stuff for them. Mike now owns the leather bound edition of D&D 3.5.
Lynn wanted and got a copy of one of the reference books she loves. It
turns out that she studies the meaning and origin of personal names. She
has an encyclopedic memory for the things. She is fascinating. I was
able to help her find a reference that she'd been looking for. I was a
happy mama.

On the way home, I pulled into a collectible/head shop. I found a couple
of great snuff bottles there a few years ago. Nothing today, but looking
is most of the fun. Next door to this store is a pet store. The kids went
in ahead of me then rushed out and announced that the snakes were still
there, but worse, there were BITTIES for sale as well. Not good. Mandy
ended up getting a six week old(yeah, I know, too young) long furred black
with charcoal undercoat, male DLH who likes to sleep,play with his toys,
eat, and climb whatever he can. Smokey, as they named him, is currently
sleeping in my hand as I type this.

We got home from PetSmart with supplies for ALL of the owners and I
collected the mail. There was a sales brochure from a headstone company,
a general touting estate planning through an insurance company, and a
letter from the VA (Veterans Administration). It turns out that vets
cannot receive benefits for the month they die. I am supposed to send
them a check for the amount Rob got, then they will send me a check in my
name for whatever amount I'm entitled to. I lost it,screamed at the guy
over the phone, got Mike telling the rest of the crew to watch out because
I tend to take my stress out on those around me.

So what do you do after that? I blew the cash and took us all to a new
theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon." I got a queasy tummy, then
fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up at the end of the movie.
What I saw was really good. The kids adored the movie. They want copies
of the DVD when it comes out. I'll have to buy one just to see what I
missed. When we got home, I slept for over three hours then rejoined the
real world. I feel better and can talk about it now.

OH, I forgot. My casualty assistance officer called while we were in
PetSmart. His accent is so thick (Hispanic) that I had to make him repeat
everything at least twice. I think I'm in trouble. The kids think this is
funny and something that Rob would get a kick out of, along with my 80+
year old boyfriend (who told me that he has coffee at McDonald's every
morning). They are no help at all.

Pam S

You have a wonderful family. They may be no help, but they are wonderful!
Karla

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
It started with my rant in here about the crazy religious woman. I'd just
finished posting, when the crowd got up. It went from 0 others in here to
6 in less than 2 minutes. So we went to McDonald's for breakfast.

There, I got hit on by this 80+ year old man. He started out
complimenting me on my family, then wanted to know what I was doing today.
I didn't realize he was hitting on me until Lynn whispered that he was and
then gave out details. At first I was weirded out, then I found it really
funny. We're still laughing about it and how I didn't realize what he was
up to. The kids say that I didn't put out widow vibes, just had no male
roughly my age in tow.

Mike and Lynn are flying back to Seattle tomorrow, so I wanted to pick up
some stuff for them. Mike now owns the leather bound edition of D&D 3.5.
Lynn wanted and got a copy of one of the reference books she loves. It
turns out that she studies the meaning and origin of personal names. She
has an encyclopedic memory for the things. She is fascinating. I was
able to help her find a reference that she'd been looking for. I was a
happy mama.

On the way home, I pulled into a collectible/head shop. I found a couple
of great snuff bottles there a few years ago. Nothing today, but looking
is most of the fun. Next door to this store is a pet store. The kids went
in ahead of me then rushed out and announced that the snakes were still
there, but worse, there were BITTIES for sale as well. Not good. Mandy
ended up getting a six week old(yeah, I know, too young) long furred black
with charcoal undercoat, male DLH who likes to sleep,play with his toys,
eat, and climb whatever he can. Smokey, as they named him, is currently
sleeping in my hand as I type this.

We got home from PetSmart with supplies for ALL of the owners and I
collected the mail. There was a sales brochure from a headstone company,
a general touting estate planning through an insurance company, and a
letter from the VA (Veterans Administration). It turns out that vets
cannot receive benefits for the month they die. I am supposed to send
them a check for the amount Rob got, then they will send me a check in my
name for whatever amount I'm entitled to. I lost it,screamed at the guy
over the phone, got Mike telling the rest of the crew to watch out because
I tend to take my stress out on those around me.

So what do you do after that? I blew the cash and took us all to a new
theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon." I got a queasy tummy, then
fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up at the end of the movie.
What I saw was really good. The kids adored the movie. They want copies
of the DVD when it comes out. I'll have to buy one just to see what I
missed. When we got home, I slept for over three hours then rejoined the
real world. I feel better and can talk about it now.

OH, I forgot. My casualty assistance officer called while we were in
PetSmart. His accent is so thick (Hispanic) that I had to make him repeat
everything at least twice. I think I'm in trouble. The kids think this is
funny and something that Rob would get a kick out of, along with my 80+
year old boyfriend (who told me that he has coffee at McDonald's every
morning). They are no help at all.

Pam S

It does sound like quite a roller coaster day. I'm glad your kids were with
you, and that you were able to have some laughter and enjoyment, in spite of
all the other stuff, and the grief that hits you every so often.

It *will* get better.

Joy

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
It started with my rant in here about the crazy religious woman. I'd just
finished posting, when the crowd got up. It went from 0 others in here to
6 in less than 2 minutes. So we went to McDonald's for breakfast.

There, I got hit on by this 80+ year old man. He started out
complimenting me on my family, then wanted to know what I was doing today.
I didn't realize he was hitting on me until Lynn whispered that he was and
then gave out details. At first I was weirded out, then I found it really
funny. We're still laughing about it and how I didn't realize what he was
up to. The kids say that I didn't put out widow vibes, just had no male
roughly my age in tow.

Mike and Lynn are flying back to Seattle tomorrow, so I wanted to pick up
some stuff for them. Mike now owns the leather bound edition of D&D 3.5.
Lynn wanted and got a copy of one of the reference books she loves. It
turns out that she studies the meaning and origin of personal names. She
has an encyclopedic memory for the things. She is fascinating. I was
able to help her find a reference that she'd been looking for. I was a
happy mama.

On the way home, I pulled into a collectible/head shop. I found a couple
of great snuff bottles there a few years ago. Nothing today, but looking
is most of the fun. Next door to this store is a pet store. The kids went
in ahead of me then rushed out and announced that the snakes were still
there, but worse, there were BITTIES for sale as well. Not good. Mandy
ended up getting a six week old(yeah, I know, too young) long furred black
with charcoal undercoat, male DLH who likes to sleep,play with his toys,
eat, and climb whatever he can. Smokey, as they named him, is currently
sleeping in my hand as I type this.

We got home from PetSmart with supplies for ALL of the owners and I
collected the mail. There was a sales brochure from a headstone company,
a general touting estate planning through an insurance company, and a
letter from the VA (Veterans Administration). It turns out that vets
cannot receive benefits for the month they die. I am supposed to send
them a check for the amount Rob got, then they will send me a check in my
name for whatever amount I'm entitled to. I lost it,screamed at the guy
over the phone, got Mike telling the rest of the crew to watch out because
I tend to take my stress out on those around me.

So what do you do after that? I blew the cash and took us all to a new
theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon." I got a queasy tummy, then
fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up at the end of the movie.
What I saw was really good. The kids adored the movie. They want copies
of the DVD when it comes out. I'll have to buy one just to see what I
missed. When we got home, I slept for over three hours then rejoined the
real world. I feel better and can talk about it now.

OH, I forgot. My casualty assistance officer called while we were in
PetSmart. His accent is so thick (Hispanic) that I had to make him repeat
everything at least twice. I think I'm in trouble. The kids think this is
funny and something that Rob would get a kick out of, along with my 80+
year old boyfriend (who told me that he has coffee at McDonald's every
morning). They are no help at all.

Pam S


I'm glad the kids enjoyed the movie and that you got to do some nice things
for them. You're going to find yourself exhausted at unexpected times.
There's a lot going on in your life right now. It's understandable. I
don't remember my mother having any trouble from the VA. Sheesh, haven't
you been through enough already? Purrs continue.

As for getting hit on by a geezer, join the club, honey A client of one
of the tax preparers at work found out in casual conversation we live on the
same island. He was extremely interested in what I like to do to socialize.
Do I play golf? Go to the fitness center? Am I a member of the club? (No,
no, and no.) He said he recently moved here and while everyone is very nice
they're all couples so he feels like the odd man out. Guess what? I'm not
going to change that! (He never even asked if I'm involved with someone.)
This guy was fast approaching 80 (I'll be 50 in July). When he arrived for
his appointment he said he needed to sit down before he fell down. LOL

I don't understand men like this. What on earth could we possibly have in
common? When he came to the front desk to pay for his tax return he was
still at it. Where exactly do you live? Oh right, I'm going to give you my
address. Just then the tax pro handed me the paperwork... I glanced down.
Oh gawd! the guy lives about 6 houses down from me! So, Pam, you can easily
avoid McDonald's for coffee every morning. But I'm bound to run into this
guy when I go across the street to the mailbox. It's inevitable.

I miss the days when the guys who hit on me were 20 years younger and I was
old enough to be their mother LOL

Jill

If you think the hitting on you was funny now, just wait a couple of months.
A lady dies in our town and within two days, there were three widow ladies
(not me) taking him casseroles for his diner. He did come to talk to me
about it as he had heard some of my tales. Told him eat the food, return
the dish but, if repeated and unwanted, return the food with a "I have so
much in the freezer but, thank you." If he doesn't do that, then it is on
him and eventually it will turn into a cooking contest. He agreed and
called to say he had returned one and she was ****ed. (too bad) had he kept
it, she would have misread and then it would be on. He is a 80+ and not
interested as his marriage was far from good so, don't think he will want to
repeat.

Pam Darlin' you got to get your laughs where you can.
"jmcquown" wrote in message
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"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
It started with my rant in here about the crazy religious woman. I'd
just finished posting, when the crowd got up. It went from 0 others in
here to 6 in less than 2 minutes. So we went to McDonald's for
breakfast.

There, I got hit on by this 80+ year old man. He started out
complimenting me on my family, then wanted to know what I was doing
today. I didn't realize he was hitting on me until Lynn whispered that he
was and then gave out details. At first I was weirded out, then I found
it really funny. We're still laughing about it and how I didn't realize
what he was up to. The kids say that I didn't put out widow vibes, just
had no male roughly my age in tow.

Mike and Lynn are flying back to Seattle tomorrow, so I wanted to pick up
some stuff for them. Mike now owns the leather bound edition of D&D 3.5.
Lynn wanted and got a copy of one of the reference books she loves. It
turns out that she studies the meaning and origin of personal names. She
has an encyclopedic memory for the things. She is fascinating. I was
able to help her find a reference that she'd been looking for. I was a
happy mama.

On the way home, I pulled into a collectible/head shop. I found a couple
of great snuff bottles there a few years ago. Nothing today, but looking
is most of the fun. Next door to this store is a pet store. The kids
went in ahead of me then rushed out and announced that the snakes were
still there, but worse, there were BITTIES for sale as well. Not good.
Mandy ended up getting a six week old(yeah, I know, too young) long
furred black with charcoal undercoat, male DLH who likes to sleep,play
with his toys, eat, and climb whatever he can. Smokey, as they named
him, is currently sleeping in my hand as I type this.

We got home from PetSmart with supplies for ALL of the owners and I
collected the mail. There was a sales brochure from a headstone company,
a general touting estate planning through an insurance company, and a
letter from the VA (Veterans Administration). It turns out that vets
cannot receive benefits for the month they die. I am supposed to send
them a check for the amount Rob got, then they will send me a check in my
name for whatever amount I'm entitled to. I lost it,screamed at the guy
over the phone, got Mike telling the rest of the crew to watch out
because I tend to take my stress out on those around me.

So what do you do after that? I blew the cash and took us all to a new
theater to see "How To Train Your Dragon." I got a queasy tummy, then
fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up at the end of the
movie. What I saw was really good. The kids adored the movie. They want
copies of the DVD when it comes out. I'll have to buy one just to see
what I missed. When we got home, I slept for over three hours then
rejoined the real world. I feel better and can talk about it now.

OH, I forgot. My casualty assistance officer called while we were in
PetSmart. His accent is so thick (Hispanic) that I had to make him
repeat everything at least twice. I think I'm in trouble. The kids think
this is funny and something that Rob would get a kick out of, along with
my 80+ year old boyfriend (who told me that he has coffee at McDonald's
every morning). They are no help at all.

Pam S


I'm glad the kids enjoyed the movie and that you got to do some nice
things for them. You're going to find yourself exhausted at unexpected
times. There's a lot going on in your life right now. It's
understandable. I don't remember my mother having any trouble from the
VA. Sheesh, haven't you been through enough already? Purrs continue.

As for getting hit on by a geezer, join the club, honey A client of
one of the tax preparers at work found out in casual conversation we live
on the same island. He was extremely interested in what I like to do to
socialize. Do I play golf? Go to the fitness center? Am I a member of
the club? (No, no, and no.) He said he recently moved here and while
everyone is very nice they're all couples so he feels like the odd man
out. Guess what? I'm not going to change that! (He never even asked if
I'm involved with someone.) This guy was fast approaching 80 (I'll be 50
in July). When he arrived for his appointment he said he needed to sit
down before he fell down. LOL

I don't understand men like this. What on earth could we possibly have in
common? When he came to the front desk to pay for his tax return he was
still at it. Where exactly do you live? Oh right, I'm going to give you
my address. Just then the tax pro handed me the paperwork... I glanced
down. Oh gawd! the guy lives about 6 houses down from me! So, Pam, you
can easily avoid McDonald's for coffee every morning. But I'm bound to
run into this guy when I go across the street to the mailbox. It's
inevitable.

I miss the days when the guys who hit on me were 20 years younger and I
was old enough to be their mother LOL

Jill

"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
(snip)
As for getting hit on by a geezer, join the club, honey A client of
one of the tax preparers at work found out in casual conversation we live
on the same island. He was extremely interested in what I like to do to
socialize. Do I play golf? Go to the fitness center? Am I a member of
the club? (No, no, and no.) He said he recently moved here and while
everyone is very nice they're all couples so he feels like the odd man
out. Guess what? I'm not going to change that! (He never even asked if
I'm involved with someone.) This guy was fast approaching 80 (I'll be 50
in July). When he arrived for his appointment he said he needed to sit
down before he fell down. LOL

I don't understand men like this. What on earth could we possibly have in
common? When he came to the front desk to pay for his tax return he was
still at it. Where exactly do you live? Oh right, I'm going to give you
my address. Just then the tax pro handed me the paperwork... I glanced
down. Oh gawd! the guy lives about 6 houses down from me! So, Pam, you
can easily avoid McDonald's for coffee every morning. But I'm bound to
run into this guy when I go across the street to the mailbox. It's
inevitable.

I miss the days when the guys who hit on me were 20 years younger and I
was old enough to be their mother LOL

Jill

You need to get a Groucho Marx disguise to wear to the mailbox
(remember-those glasses with the nose and mustache, oh and eyebrows too).
Carry a cigar as a prop.

He'll never recognize you!
Karla

karla wrote:
"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
(snip)
As for getting hit on by a geezer, join the club, honey A client of
one of the tax preparers at work found out in casual conversation we live
on the same island. He was extremely interested in what I like to do to
socialize. Do I play golf? Go to the fitness center? Am I a member of
the club? (No, no, and no.) He said he recently moved here and while
everyone is very nice they're all couples so he feels like the odd man
out. Guess what? I'm not going to change that! (He never even asked if
I'm involved with someone.) This guy was fast approaching 80 (I'll be 50
in July). When he arrived for his appointment he said he needed to sit
down before he fell down. LOL

I don't understand men like this. What on earth could we possibly have in
common? When he came to the front desk to pay for his tax return he was
still at it. Where exactly do you live? Oh right, I'm going to give you
my address. Just then the tax pro handed me the paperwork... I glanced
down. Oh gawd! the guy lives about 6 houses down from me! So, Pam, you
can easily avoid McDonald's for coffee every morning. But I'm bound to
run into this guy when I go across the street to the mailbox. It's
inevitable.

I miss the days when the guys who hit on me were 20 years younger and I
was old enough to be their mother LOL

Jill

You need to get a Groucho Marx disguise to wear to the mailbox
(remember-those glasses with the nose and mustache, oh and eyebrows too).
Carry a cigar as a prop.

He'll never recognize you!
Karla


Old saying"They are either looking for a nurse or a purse!"
Best wishes.MLB

karla wrote:
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I miss the days when the guys who hit on me were 20 years younger and I
was old enough to be their mother LOL

Jill

You need to get a Groucho Marx disguise to wear to the mailbox
(remember-those glasses with the nose and mustache, oh and eyebrows too).
Carry a cigar as a prop.

He'll never recognize you!
Karla



LOL, I may have to do that at McDonald's.

Pam S. giggling