Some short thoughts.
How come Santa can't find my place anymore, but he knows my Visa Card number?
I need to find out what 'Gay Apparel' is. What it looks like. Am I accidentally 'don' ing some of it.
My four year old Grandaughter, already had her soda at a fastfood restaurant today. She doesn't seem to know any strangers. She watched a forty something man fill his cup. She announced in a loud, very matter of fact tone, "Okay, that's enough". She's going to make a great mother.
I've been wondering why people seem to be picking on me so much, here in blogland. Marilyn says I get 'picked on', because I look too much like a nose.
And lastly, my Mother in-law, claims in her Christmas letter, that getting old, is the same in people as it is in old tires. They both get bald, soft, and leaky. Amen and Amen.
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I was led here by some kind of Christmas angel. you're a very funny man as far as I can tell. Thanks for the chuckles...
Cliff,
When I first read the title I thought we were going to hear more stories about you parading through the house in your shiny, bright red, nylon Valentine's Day underwear (that's a Gay Apparel image I'm still trying to purge from my mind). Instead it's just some short quips from Cliff. Whew!
Cliff, we pick on you because we like you. But not as much as your Mother-in-law. She must really like you a LOT.
Santa knows where you are! Just wait until Christmas morning! He'll have left you something.
We do pick on you because we like you! Jerry is right about that! What greater compliment could there be?
Your Mother-in-law sounds like a smart lady! She likes you too! Gosh Cliff, you are so liked, ain't it great!!!
You are lucky you're not Don Morrow, then you would really have to...........
"don your gay apparel"
Don't let 'em con ya Cliff they pick on ya 'cos you don't hit back, well not hard enough anyway.
Haha, tell Marilyn that was a good one.
We don't pick on you! We kid you like you're family. Besides I'm safe...through the computer screen that is. ;)
Oh gee, Cliffers, I just saw the title of this post after commenting. You sure are asking to be "picked on" with that BRIEF title, but I'm too much of a lady to be any redder than I've already posted here other times, so I won't give you the skivvy on how to "don" your gay apparel.... People on AIM chat with me often laugh so hard from my corny associations that tumble out, that they have to take a short break.....
Cliff,
thanks for the chuckle..........I am glad that it wasn't an essay on how not to wear shorts, summer ones or as my kids call them boxers, WHEW, a load off of my mental image screen! Anyway, have a great CHristmas, enjoy the fun and happiness of the season.
Have you noticed? It's okay to sing holiday songs about gay apparel, but it's not okay to sing Christmas Carols about swaddling clothes. What's up with all that?
Your grand-daughter’s proclamation reminded me a of a story I read.
Most people are peeved by self-important people who seem to feel that the 15 items or less lane doesn’t apply to them. As you know children seem to use their outside voice everywhere. This young child was practicing her newly achieved reading skills. She counted all the items of the rude person and then loudly announced that’s way too many, mommy. The laugher from the people in line had the appropriate effect. From the mouths of babes….
lol at Paul's "gay apparel" comment. :)
I tell the clerk [to be helping the people ahead of me with 40 or so items] that 15 items can mean 15 items per person.
Three people can have 45 items and doing them all at one transaction is better than three each of 15.
Figure. They probably have a reason or are not very bright. So they might need my help.
Mike's comment and your story remind of my brother when he was little telling a man who was smoking in an elevator, "You're smoking and I'm allergic!" My mom was embarrassed, but my bro made his point loud and clear. Kids are SO great!
I doubt you own any gay apparel. Marilyn would let you know if you did.
Cliff
Just let me know who is picking on you in blogland and I'll have a little "chat" with them.
Ralph
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