Bad news: we are the Guinea pig generation for satellite and cell tower microwaves coursing non-stop through our bodies. Good news: we will all become human “Night lights”, thus saving money to find our way to the bathroom at 3 am.
Dont forget we all grew up with every TV show and radio show coursing thru our bodies, previously.And a lot of those shows were AWFUL. Maybe we are tougher than we thought.
You’re a very funny lady, Merrill. I always look forward to what you might come up with next.
I’m intrigued by the notion of revamping Valentine’s Day. I say let’s recreate it as an I’m My Valentine Day, celebrated by buying new underpants, roomy cotton ones, having a large glass of chilly, light, barely-blush rosé, and giving a nod to the heart by not sharing a large, minimally-processed dark chocolate bar, 70% cocoa. No card.
I read this intially purposefully looking for the funny and enjoyed it. I was at the time just starting oxycodone for my knee replacement. Now that my tolerance has increased for oxy i look at this with fresh eyes.
we are indeed on an endless freak out/ celebration treadmill to nowhere with a retail based denominator.
In my early fourties i developed " vasal vagal response" which is my adrenal cortex emptying
and pumping adrenaline into my blood stream because of stress/ anxiety. Usually before a medical procedure. Our freak out nation has lowered the bar for me so much so that my wife has had to reach across the table to keep me from face planting into spaghetti after receiving an upsetting email.
embarassing to say the least, pass out for 15 seconds then change my drenched t shirt!
possibly i should have moved to France while young. I recall on y2 k eve the huge Parisian countdown clock
simply broke about 10 minutes prior! Nobody really gave AF. But if I go now i may regret my life in the states and exclaim," why didnt someone tell me how effing great Europe is."
Kool-aid always was a fave drink as a childbut maybe that was just conditioning.
Bad news: we are the Guinea pig generation for satellite and cell tower microwaves coursing non-stop through our bodies. Good news: we will all become human “Night lights”, thus saving money to find our way to the bathroom at 3 am.
Dont forget we all grew up with every TV show and radio show coursing thru our bodies, previously.And a lot of those shows were AWFUL. Maybe we are tougher than we thought.
Soupy Sales made me what I am today.
You’re a very funny lady, Merrill. I always look forward to what you might come up with next.
I’m intrigued by the notion of revamping Valentine’s Day. I say let’s recreate it as an I’m My Valentine Day, celebrated by buying new underpants, roomy cotton ones, having a large glass of chilly, light, barely-blush rosé, and giving a nod to the heart by not sharing a large, minimally-processed dark chocolate bar, 70% cocoa. No card.
I like this idea but I think definitely we should make ourselves a card!
Hmm. In re: cards. Do you think we should package them with envelopes and sell them at Costco? Just a thought.
Okay! Let’s do.
I remember the let down of Y2K. I was all set for the collapse of society.
thank god you took this subject on. i feel a bit better already😊
Thank you and have a super week!
Costco got me.
I read this intially purposefully looking for the funny and enjoyed it. I was at the time just starting oxycodone for my knee replacement. Now that my tolerance has increased for oxy i look at this with fresh eyes.
we are indeed on an endless freak out/ celebration treadmill to nowhere with a retail based denominator.
In my early fourties i developed " vasal vagal response" which is my adrenal cortex emptying
and pumping adrenaline into my blood stream because of stress/ anxiety. Usually before a medical procedure. Our freak out nation has lowered the bar for me so much so that my wife has had to reach across the table to keep me from face planting into spaghetti after receiving an upsetting email.
embarassing to say the least, pass out for 15 seconds then change my drenched t shirt!
possibly i should have moved to France while young. I recall on y2 k eve the huge Parisian countdown clock
simply broke about 10 minutes prior! Nobody really gave AF. But if I go now i may regret my life in the states and exclaim," why didnt someone tell me how effing great Europe is."
Kool-aid always was a fave drink as a childbut maybe that was just conditioning.
Thanks, I wish this one was in the NYTimes. 👍
Well actually...Nostradamus predicted that Trump would be taken out by his own man! Mwah ha ha ha
I still think not enough adulation is given to Stanislav Petrov and Vasily Arkhipov.