Tuesday, only today and four more days till 'It Don't Matter Any More'** (Geesh, I hope nobody forgets Buddy Holly in the rush out of here.) I wonder what to wear, and should I take along a pashmina just in case? Should I bother to start this new sweater I unknowingly bought the expensive yarn to make, or maybe I can take it with me for any future waiting long periods? I do know enough to not bother with laundry- what's the point, but it's killing me that I have a brand new unopened gallon tub o' Tide.
I really feel sorry for my friend who underwent hip replacement surgery yesterday. What a waste for her, assuming we are transplanted 'whole'. I hope she has a very speedy recovery- that means up and at 'em by Saturday. Good luck, Lisa! You may not be needing that walker after all.
This about says it all.
Monkey paws-
these used to be not-bad hands, yeah it's mine, showing the ravages of time and lack of manicures. Hate to spend the money on those, being in goo all day wrecks them in 24 hours. I had to scan a hand to see how it could move for the last quilt I did, just found this image and now will dump it for good.
A new umbrella invention, thanks to the Japanese. It also stops kids from scratching their lice I bet. Or picking their noses, but the Japanese probably don't do that anyway. I don't know.
**There you go and baby here am I
well you left me here so I could sit and cry
golly gee, what have you done to me
well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore
Do you remember baby - last September
how you held me tight each and every night
whoopsa daisy - how you drove me crazy
but I guess it doesn't matter any more
There's no use in me a-crying
I've done everything and now I'm sick of trying
I've thrown away my nights - wasted all my days over you
Now you go your way and I'll go mine
now and forever 'til the end of time
and I'll find somebody new & baby, we'll say we're through
and you won't matter any more
That about says it, eh?
2 comments :
Ah, I see you plan to be raptured away with the saints. Me, I am a heathen who will be left behind, so I am making no special plans. My friend Michael says we can only look forward to shaking Babe Ruth's hand when we arrive in Hell at some later date.
I don't think I'm scheduled to be anywhere after the rapture so I'm planning on hanging out chillin' watching the Peeps who are wondering why they're still here.
Love the art quote. I'm stealing it since you won't need it any more.
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