Yesterday, Friday. I went to Disneyland with my daughter, granddaughter, my daughter's neighbor and her 3 kids. Since my daughter normally works on Friday and the kids are normally in school, it seemed like a Saturday routine. Today I got up at the usual time, got dressed, ate breakfast and drove all the way to church before I made the discovery. Today is not Sunday. It is only Saturday. Sometimes I feel like an SSC (senile senior citizen).
I haven't decided if I will repeat this story to a friend whom I laughed at last week. He received an envelope in the mail which had a return street address in Tampa but no name. He put it in the microwave for a few minutes to protect himself from anthrax. When it cooled off enough that he could remove the contents he discovered he had melted a new credit card which was sent to replace one that was about to expire. And I laughed at him.
I haven't decided if I will repeat this story to a friend whom I laughed at last week. He received an envelope in the mail which had a return street address in Tampa but no name. He put it in the microwave for a few minutes to protect himself from anthrax. When it cooled off enough that he could remove the contents he discovered he had melted a new credit card which was sent to replace one that was about to expire. And I laughed at him.


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