LitaWrites (real_lawyer) wrote,
LitaWrites
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Tossed Salad Friday

~~ Overheard: “Ugh. That guy? He’s a turd-and-a-half.”

~~ Overheard: “He said he didn’t mean what I heard. But that means I heard it right, right?”

~~ Overheard:  “It wasn’t that bad. Just 18 stitches.”

~~ Overheard:  “One or two divorces are common but four makes you the king of the losers.”

~~ Overheard:  “I mean, c’mon. Green? GREEN?”

~~ The discussion was winding down, and not a moment too soon. He seemed nice enough, but the minutiae of his day was truly of no interest to me. I won’t say my mind exactly wandered, but it did look around a few times to see where the exits were.

“So then he tells me it needs to be cut out and it will cost at least two grand.” Oh, geez, what did I miss? Is this a medical issue he brought up mid-stream while droning on about the deli guy mastering his usual order and his wife’s SUV needing new something-or-other? [What to do, what to do?]

“Wow, that’s a lot of money,” I said. “Is that for everything?” [My skills sometimes amaze me.]

“ Oh, no,” he replied. “Carting away a tree that size is definitely going to cost me extra.”

[Whew.]

~~ Yoga nugget:
You can keep giving love over and over, and yet you’ll never run out.

~~ My husband and I had our first foray into babysitting our grandson. It was so much fun! I had forgotten how much vigilance a wee one needs, even one that can’t skedaddle yet. However, the constant watchfulness means you get to lock eyes with him and see his eyes start to glow the moment before his beautiful face breaks into a smile. When you smile back, you can actually feel the vasopressin hormone course through you.*

                   

The passionate you wants to cuddle, tickle, and sing to him. You want to help him find those baby toes you know will delight him. Yet your adoration means you want to craft a cocoon around this little creature to keep him safe. Stay away, cold world — my grandbaby is protected by me and his posse!

*OK, I didn’t know it was vasopressin I was feeling the first time I met and held the new boychick. But I know how to do research.

~~ She asked me if I’ve “ever tried pot” for my chronic pain. I said no. Had she tried it for her condition? “Yes, but it didn’t work. Maybe the seeds we used to grow it are too weak.”

~~ I am officially of the age where I have a “funeral outfit.” I so don’t want to have a funeral outfit.

~~ If Twitter is to be believed, this is Bernie Sanders summer camp or whatever diminutive term he used at the Nevada debate. In my book, this third home of a man who makes fun of those with two homes is pretty ritzy.


Furthermore, how much chutzpah does it take for a man who won’t join the Democratic Party to rail against Mike Bloomberg because he has joined the party?

~~ The Root website calculated how much US taxpayers pay tRump to play golf. They state, “It turns out, he's America's 10th highest paid athlete.” Riiiiiiiiiiiight, he’s an athlete.



             

   
   


 


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