Some days my hearing is not as good as other days. Judy just walked into the room saying something.

I responded,

Bill: “I’m going to get myself donated up? What does that mean?”

Judy: “I don’t know. YOU said it.”

B: “Well, what did you say?”

J: “I’m talking to myself. Don’t interrupt.”

B “Oh.”

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Finally, after 67 years, I have met my match in the kitchen. Out of respect for my friend’s family, I will not give his name. 

How do I know that he is my culinary equal?

I’ll tell you…

Judy: “What did you guys have for dinner at the meeting tonight?”

Bill: “Lasagnsicles.”

J: “What’s that?”

B: “It’s frozen lasagna that you are supposed to cook for two hours at 350 degrees that you only cook for forty-five minutes in an oven that’s not turned on.”

And that, dear friends, is how I know that I have met my culinary equal. 

You never fully appreciate clean underwear until the day after you take ExLax the night before a long hike in Yosemite… – The Very William H. Kammerer, Jr. Esq. (not,)

 

(*And to answer your question: No. But it was close.)