Whenever I complain about how stupid people are, my H reminds me that “if everyone were as smart as you, then you would just be average.” I could live with that.
There is a saying among rock climbers that after 50 feet, it doesn’t matter, dead is dead. But after many years of climbing, big exposure still makes me tingle.
wonderfully creative. reminds me of the story of Richard Feynman and the license plate: "Can you imagine? Of all the millions of license plates in the state, what was the chance that I would see that particular one tonight? Amazing!”.
I thought the dunce was red? or perhaps orange?