At Christmas time, remember, it’s not the gift, it’s the thought that counts. We’re getting a new water heater for Christmas. I didn’t think about that.
BTW, the phrase “Hot-water heater” is redundant. If the water was already hot, why would you need to heat it.
Last night, a couple of hours after I ate, I went into the kitchen to clean up. My wife had already put away the half a tomato I didn’t use when I made my sandwich. I told her that’s one reason I love her, and one reason she wants to murder me in my sleep. She laughed. As long as she laughs when I say something like that, I figure I’m still safe.
Also, last night, I ordered something for her from LL Bean. Their website told me it would arrive on January 2. No problem. I didn’t order it until Christmas Eve eve. Retail workers and package delivery workers deserve holiday time too. But, the same website told me that if I paid an additional $15 for express delivery, the package would come on January 2 instead. Hmmmmm. What would you do?
There’s a tv commercial for Optimum Cable showing soccer star Cristiano Ronaldo, accidentally locking himself out of a hotel room. Then a female housekeeper shows up to let him back in, takes a picture of him in his underwear, posts it on social media, and the pic goes viral. Funny, I suppose, but in real life a hotel housekeeper who posted a photo of a famous guest in his or her underwear would be fired.
It was funny to hear Democratic Senators complain about not having time to read the Republican tax reform plan. Funny because the Republicans made the same complaint about the Affordable Care Act years ago when the Democrats rammed that through Congress without giving anyone time to read the bill. What’s sad is both complaints were accurate.
It looks like I shouldn’t vote for a Republican or a Democrat. My income taxes went up substantially to pay for Obamacare. I live in a high-tax state, so my federal income taxes will also go up because of the limit on state and local tax deductions contained in the new tax reform bill.
My wife told my daughter the other day that my mother called her when I was first in the Army to tell her (my girlfriend at the time) my address. Saint Karen (who must be a saint to put up with me), told my mom that she would number the letters she had already written each day since I went in (this was pre-email in case you’re wondering). I asked Saint Karen how it was that I told my mother my address before I told her. She said I did tell her first.
That’s just one reason why Saint Karen should have been the public relations person in our family. Instead, I did PR for 20 years or so. Another reason she should have done it is because she’s a genius at not answering the question you ask her. I, on the other hand, will answer you directly if you ask the right question.
What do I mean by not answering the question? Q: Do you want to go out to dinner? A: I’m tired. Okay, but that doesn’t tell me whether you’re willing to go out to eat, does it?