Sunday, a day of rest and reflection...not
I love Sundays, normally. This Sunday could be the exception, the weather is dull and wet but there are so many things to get on with. This week coming there are some important things happening in the world of Mike Atherton. A Shot from the Shadows will be born! Printing of said book will commence and my bank balance will look anorexic by Friday. The worry lines in my delicate forehead will deepen with every furrow looking like the San Andreas fault.
Oh what fun, so I thought I might pass on some words of wisdom, again from my estranged father in law in Austrailia (todays temp 38c) git. I sometimes worry about him..
I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds. People get out of the way much faster now.
Gone are the days when girls used to cook like their mothers. Now they drink like their fathers.
You know that tingly little feeling you get when you really like someone? That's common sense leaving your body.
I didn't make it to the gym today. That makes five years in a row.
I decided to change calling the bathroom the John and renamed it the Jim. I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.
Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet.
Old age is coming at a really bad time.
When I was a child I thought “Nap Time” was a punishment. Now, as a grownup, it feels like a small holiday.
The biggest lie I tell myself is, “I don't need to write that down, I'll remember it."
I don't have gray hair; I have "wisdom highlights." I'm just very wise.
If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would've put them on my knees.
Why do I have to press one for English when you're just gonna transfer me to someone I can't understand anyway?
Of course I talk to myself; sometimes I need expert advice.
At my age "Getting lucky" means walking into a room and remembering what I came in there for.