Raining here, and will be for the next week.
As for anything else, I suppose the old adage, "You can dress him up, but you can't take him out", applies to me, since D informed me I made an inappropriate comment at dinner last night when I asked everyone, if they had any dollar bills in their wallets or purses?
All of them answered in the affirmative, whereupon I asked "Well have you ever wodered if they've been in the butt-crack of some stripper?" (I read that on some web-site and thought it was hilariously funny)
Silence followed by a little "nervous" laughter, and a chastising BILL! from D.
I think she later explained and apologized for me, but this is happening a lot lately and I think it is one of the symtoms of the dementia.
It also begs the question: Why can I remember jokes, and dialogue from favorite movies, and even (if I were to go back to acting in little theatre) scripted lines, but yet I can't remember where, only seconds ago, I laid the keys?
Also, one of my "Doper" friends ("Typo Knig") wrote me that the animal rescue folks have started another shelter challenge, so may I ask y'alls help to once again vote for Paulding Humane? Thanks!
I am having trouble loading the "button" from the the animal rescue site, so please, if you don't have it bookmarked, go to a previous blog entry and click there, okay?
Remember to click to feed FIRST, and then go to the top of the page to vote.