Feeling sorry for cannibals who are social distancing.
No handshakes…
just cold shoulders.
Tweezers? Razor? Oh, hell no! By the time this is over, I’m going to need new shears and a lawn mower.
Throwing it back to 3 weeks ago today, when I came home for lunch…and I’m still here.
In the past 3 weeks, my trash has gone out more than I have.
I love Pilates. At my age, you don’t hear, “Lay down and put your legs in the straps” very often.
I find it ironic that several times a day I have to let a computer know that I’M not a robot.
Me: It’s not how often you fall down, it’s how many times you get up that matters.
Cop: That’s not how field sobriety tests work.