One Of Those Days

 

1. Perhaps a good stiff drink might help you focus your thoughts? 

   Posted by Macker       03/01/2005  at  06:28 AM  



2. OK with me too. I’m happy.  Unless you and Allan are announcing your engagement.  

   Posted by Oink       03/01/2005  at  06:40 AM  



3. Macker: At 7 AM?  Sorry.  Too early for “the hair of the dog that bit you.”

   Oink: raise you hand.  Any hand.  Now, place it at eye level about a foot from your face.  Turn it so that your palm faces you.  Curl you middle, fourth and pinky fingers into your palm.  Now.....with your thumb stationary, gradually move your index finger towards your thumb so that they do not touch but are a sheet of paper’s width apart.

   That’s how close you are to serious doo-doo.         

   

   Posted by Vilmar       03/01/2005  at  07:17 AM  



4. I’ve had my coffee, & having washed down my daily medication with it, realized that I failed to communicate my intended humor and irony.

   How about, ”I feel so good this morning (except for the throbbing of my old war wound BULL     ), and so positive about BMEWS, and you and Allan that I’m ready for anything except..” —with a bunch of smileys and winks at the end? 

   Yes, that’s MUCH more like what I intended…    

   Posted by Oink       03/01/2005  at  07:42 AM  



5. Nope.  Not buying it.  You have now effectively halved the distance between thumb and forefinger. 

   Posted by Vilmar       03/01/2005  at  07:53 AM  

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