Okay. Got myself good this afternoon. Called my sweetie on the cell, and while we got to talking I realized I didn't have my phone handy. Looked all over the house, in the truck, etc., when she said, Bill you're talking to me on your phone. We both started laughing. Old. Getting old.
This beats putting the cortisone cream on my toothbrush, I'm afraid.

Buddy left the kitchen sink over flowing, TWO days in a row.

Grizz

Grizz, I am not there ... yet!

Hey, just remember that Einstein used to fall out of cars because he forgot to shut the door. I think a lot of us have searched for our glasses when they are on top of our head.

Interesting - a message from beyond the grave , perhaps ? Topping yourself here means you killed yourself ......

Not dead yet, Muzza, but this election blow-by just might kill me if the virus doesn't.

Or walking around the house looking for your
glasses. Then only to find them on top of your head.

p dog, I can call you an old fart because as you see in my post we have the same malady .

Remember how you used to laugh at the old farts. Now your it.

Dave

It's a fairly large club.

I'm getting better. I walked into a room and remembered why. Now I will admit it was the bathroom.