Some Things I Don't Understand
Why is it that I can have a dream wherein I am desperately trying to pursuade my mom to call the police while I desperately try to convince my brother that he should NOT go into the house next door because someone is breaking in but I'm barely able to get the words out and yet The Spouse pokes me because I'm talking in my sleep?
Why is it that my back kills me when I'm sleeping, unless I'm on my side and in a semi-fetal position but it doesn't bother me a lick during the day?
Why can't you teach a dog to sweep?
How is it possible that anyone at all anywhere on the planet pays attention to certifiable nutjobs like Pat Robertson?
Why is it that my back kills me when I'm sleeping, unless I'm on my side and in a semi-fetal position but it doesn't bother me a lick during the day?
Why can't you teach a dog to sweep?
How is it possible that anyone at all anywhere on the planet pays attention to certifiable nutjobs like Pat Robertson?
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cobbled together by Moi at 7:00 AM
10 Comments:
The Dream? That must be left over from watching Big Bang theory last night. Remember you telling Sheldon he shgould not walk into his apt after the breaking cause the bad guys might still be there.
I hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep.
Actually I don't, but apparently Eric does.
Hang on -- I'm writing a good satire piece about Robertson. It should make you feel better.
maybe you're using the wrong size broom.
Dream = nightmare....I have them a lot.
mattress....I bet you need to either flip it, or rotate it. I need a new one.
because we don't pay our dogs enough. Both of mine want at least minimum wage.
Only nut-jobs believe nut-jobs I think.
Oh, yeah. That probably IS where that came from. Now that you mention it, my brother didn't look like my brother but he DID kinda look like Sheldon.
JP: You tell me that you want me,
you tell me that you need me,
you tell me that you love me, and
I know that I'm right 'cause I hear it in the night.
Knew I could count on you for that, Buck. Very much enjoyed the voodoo Robertson doll, btw.
And Anne brings it home with sage advice. My blog buddies are the best.
Wait...no one explained the back ache. Lines are still open.
There are three things that are too wonderful for me to understand..I mean four;
The way of an Eagle in the air.
The way of a serpent upon a rock.
The way of a ship upon the sea.
And the way of a man with a maid..
Sorry..I've been in a Biblical mood ever since that incredible ass Pat Robertson declared the tragedy in Haiti to be an act of divine retribution.
Pat Robertson's mouth is enough to make my belief in the Mercy of God secure. If it weren't for mercy, if he got what he deserved, frankly I think it would surpass any natural disaster we've seen in our life time!
Not much in life makes me angry enough to swear, but he is one!
As for dog's sweeping, I do like that idea. Work on it please.
And I wish a new mattress for your future.
Sling, for my money, Robertson hasn't spend near enough time with the poetry of the Old Testament and none at all with the New Testament. And yes, this is me judging him. I'm ok with that right now.
And my mommy shoots and scores!
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