Yeah…
I thought…
I maybe reply…
however…
* my cat fell asleep across my keyboard…
* so I cleaned the typeslugs of with my Underwood Universal…
* Siri on my iPhone said: “wife – contact does not exist”…
* and when I went to the kitchen to make some tea I tripped over a few rather big and unopened boxed delivered earlier by the postman…
* that reminded me to annihilate a few competitors-collectors with a click of the mouse in one auction for a nice typewriter that has just ended…
…and here I am. HUZZAH!
Ha ha! Yes, my son ribs me every time another “typewriter size” box arrives in the post. Sometimes the deliveries come when only I am home, allowing me to covertly integrate my new acquisition into the collection and taking the packaging out to the recycle bin immediately. I learned a helpful reply when I was collecting used guitars– When the wife says “Is that a new guitar?” — You say, no, that’s an OLD guitar”. Workes for typers too.
Thanks for reading. I’m enjoying your blog as well. ~TH~
There’s always “It was a bargain! 1356% off! Honestly!”… But guess what – yes! She uses the same excuses when it comes to a dress, blouse or shoes ๐ It is just a part of the marital survival system. The obvious bonus of having no wife is that you don’t have to explain yourself. The downside – you really need to control yourself or your doomed ๐
Ha! All true. For me the wife is the “governor” – like the engine type. ๐ ~T~
Haha! Yes, that seems to describe us quite well. You’ve typecasted the Typecasters! ๐
Yeah…
I thought…
I maybe reply…
however…
* my cat fell asleep across my keyboard…
* so I cleaned the typeslugs of with my Underwood Universal…
* Siri on my iPhone said: “wife – contact does not exist”…
* and when I went to the kitchen to make some tea I tripped over a few rather big and unopened boxed delivered earlier by the postman…
* that reminded me to annihilate a few competitors-collectors with a click of the mouse in one auction for a nice typewriter that has just ended…
…and here I am. HUZZAH!
Ha ha! Yes, my son ribs me every time another “typewriter size” box arrives in the post. Sometimes the deliveries come when only I am home, allowing me to covertly integrate my new acquisition into the collection and taking the packaging out to the recycle bin immediately. I learned a helpful reply when I was collecting used guitars– When the wife says “Is that a new guitar?” — You say, no, that’s an OLD guitar”. Workes for typers too.
Thanks for reading. I’m enjoying your blog as well. ~TH~
There’s always “It was a bargain! 1356% off! Honestly!”… But guess what – yes! She uses the same excuses when it comes to a dress, blouse or shoes ๐ It is just a part of the marital survival system. The obvious bonus of having no wife is that you don’t have to explain yourself. The downside – you really need to control yourself or your doomed ๐
Ha! All true. For me the wife is the “governor” – like the engine type. ๐ ~T~
Haha! Yes, that seems to describe us quite well. You’ve typecasted the Typecasters! ๐
Ha! Didn’t consider “typecasting”. Hope I profiled us correctly. May I see your license and registration? Thanks for reading Rev! ~TH~
Maintenance as meditation … spot on!
Enjoy your Olympia.
RP- thanks for reading. You’re now one of several ‘gurus’ for me. I won’t be building any temples yet, but hey! Ya never know… ~TH~
It all makes sense to me (apart from the iPhone ownership)! ๐
Yeah, I’m glad that pushed a button with someone. Baby steps back toward reality, that’s the way. ๐ ~TH~