I may not have much to say in my blog today but I did get all the wedding invitations addressed and ready to go in the mail. I did get all my beans picked. I did pick all my cucumbers but I still need to buy some dill which is ever illusive. I did pick a couple of ripe tomatoes and I did pick a couple more zucchini. So there. I am an accomplished person. Here's a "funny" that someone sent me to perk up your evening...then go ahead and pour yourself a nice glass of wine. It's Miller Time....oh right...that's beer.


An Irishman's been drinking at a pub all night. The bartender finally says that the bar is closing. So the Irishman stands up to leave and falls flat on his face. He tries to stand one more time, same result. He figures he'll crawl outside and get some fresh air and maybe that will sober him up. Once outside he stands up and falls flat on his face. So he decides to crawl the 4 blocks to his home and when he arrives at the door he stands up and falls flat on his face. He crawls through the door into his bedroom. When he reaches his bed he tries one more time to stand up. This time he manages to pull himself upright but he quickly falls right into bed and is sound asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

He awakens the next morning to his wife standing over him shouting at him. "So, you've been out drinking again!!" "What makes you say that?" he asks as he puts on an innocent look. "The pub called, you left your wheelchair there again."

Cliche of the Day

Pile it On. Carry something (such as praise or ridicule) to excess; overdo. The sense is of heaping up needlessly. Thus, in Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn (1884): "I reckon that was sort of piling it on maybe."