On the seventh day of Christmas, Auntie Sheila sent to me
Leftovers from Il Forno Trattoria,
A sunset photo from her BFF’s condo in Cabo,
No pubs open after 11pm (while Covid sleeps),
A guarantee of bankruptcy for decades,
A promise of no fun ever again,
Thousands of dead grandparents, and
A never-ending lockdown for me but not she
Just in case anybody cares, this is the woman who played Zelda on the television series
The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis, aired in the late 1950s or early 1960s.
I think I might move to Switzerland. I wonder how hard that is. It seems like the last country that cares about liberty and privacy.
If you are white tim, don’t bother, even the Swiss are drinking the diversity kool-aid.
This is one of those times and experiences in life when everything is going great in your life and your guard is down and BAM, your “Road Kill”.
Totally blindsided by an unexpected experience that can have major challenges to your life.
“You’re” as in “You are”, Jojodogfacedboy. Try to remember your Grade 2 lessons or you’re toast, or would be in the days of yore.
Your, you’re and yore. Two, too and to. Remember???
This was the longest word thy, they, thou taught me as a kid…
Antidisestablishmentarianism
Before my “road kill” incident of joining the Canadian Armed Forces.
+++Jojo
That’s not cool, Kuehl.
In other news at that FoxLA website, nurses reached an agreement to not go on strike.
“Pandemics” are also leverage for our heroes of the health care system…