Close to Home by John McPherson for February 25, 2023

So is that bad ?

Things we said today

i bet they like to Coo-Coo-Cachoo!

I think she’s goin’ to be sad, I think it’s today, yea…

One time there was a fourth date. I gotta break with this one because I looked at the you might also like section, and this one was the first one so I didn’t have to do a search.

So she told him, “You can’t do that!”.

And he does so 8 days a week.

Cuckoo-kachoob.

Lisa: Hold me close and tell me how you feel, tell me love is real

Art: You’d say I’m putting you on

But it’s no joke

It’s doing me harm

You know I can’t sleep

I can’t stop my brain

You know it’s three weeks

I’m going insane

You know I’d give you everything I’ve got for a little peace of mind

The pat on the back means it is “MEDs” time.

“Help!”

Oy!

On my first date, all I could ever say was: “Mak-in’ Copies!”

I wish I could speak in Beatles. I know a lot of their songs but I’m not fluid enough. Help I need somebody, not just anybody. I need Babble or Spotify

He’s a real Nowhere Man!

Maybe Lisa should try that other guy, ooh what’s his name?….oh hey Jude

Noooo way!!! The Beatles are much better

Sounds perfectly normal to me. Smogb dafes hutes.

He’s not half the man he used to be

“Why don’t we do it in the road?”

She can’t help but think:" I Should Have Known Better.’

If things don’t work out, he can always call Polythene Pam, Michelle, Lovely Rita, Sexy Sadie, Eleanor Rigby, or Julia.

You say “Goodbye”, and Bleeb says “Hello”.

I like to speak in Dylan lyrics. My daughters speak in romcom dialogue

But she loves you and you know that can’t be bad. :)

Happy 80th birthday to George Harrison.

He needs Help.

They live in a yellow submarine floating in the strawberry fields forever.

C’mon Bleeb. Move in for the kill! This guy’s a loser.

Especially when they claim the words are their own. You’re gonna burn in hell for that! :)

Hehehe, that was like my Mom – she loved speaking song lyrics, mostly from the 30’s & 40’s

Well he’s commitable, but I don’t think he’s dangerous.

His mother would know…

number nine…number nine…number nine

Notice the wall colors, yellow, they live in a submarine…

Let it be.

Really? It took 3 dates?

I guess she doesnt want to hold his hand or Come Together anyway. I guess he should have hid his love away

Something makes me think this was from Yesterday. Their living room would look better redecorated with Norwegian Wood. But not Here, There, and Everywhere. Don’t Ask Me Why, I just think that would be too much. But, enough with silly comments, I’ve got to Get Back to what I was doing.

Just to monkee with him, she told him to take the last train to Clarksville.

(Then she went riding on the one after 909. She had a ticket to ride.)

And with that I leave you to close my eyes and resume floating downstream….

Had a girl done that to me, back in the day, there would have been no fourth date!

They are the egg “MEN”.

Try being around someone who talks in a combination of Phish and Grateful Dead lyrics. Fascinating and maddening at the same time

I, too, suffer from Beatle-itis. But it’s Getting Better All the Time.