Butch used to sleep on my bed when I was a kid. Just before my mother would come in to get me up he would jump to the floor and both of us would feign sleep. Of course the cocker spaniel shaped indentation on the covers sort of gave us away. Then there was Ruffie who loved to jump on the bed whilst I was half asleep. I could hear her running down the hall with her tags clinking. She would take off when she was about 5 feet from the bed. Then we got a new and thicker mattress. We forgot to tell her to adjust her leap the first day after the mattress was delivered. She learned, but it was a painful experience for her.
According to my MD daughter-in-law it is a genetic thing. There is a gene that if you have it Brussels Sprouts taste fine. If you don’t they taste bitter. Fortunately I have that gene! Best way to cook them is halved and roasted with a bit of olive oil and some pancetta.
I remember taking my firstborn to the oral surgeon. Very nice waiting room – current magazines equally distributed between chick mags and guy mags. Most of the kids were of the hulking highschool type. Couldn’t figure out why people were called into the surgery but no one came out through the waiting room. I was starting to worry until my son was called in and discovered that there was a separate exit from the recovery room so waiting patients wouldn’t be frightened off by the sight of a 6’2" football player who looked like this guy being half carried out – half staggering out by his mother.
Reminds me of the time I was complaining aloud about my woes. I cried out "God, God why dost thou smite me like this? Suddenly the heavens opened; a large hand appeared and a basso profound voice intoned: “You P*SS me off!”
That’s the way it was my first trip to China in 1991. Definitely NOT my last trip in 2000.