Yesterday, as I was puttering around the house, I started hearing this loud, intermittent beeping, coming from my bedroom. I looked up at the ceiling, almost expecting to see a countdown clock with under four minutes on it. (Hopefully, this reference is not "Lost" on you...)
But no, the beeping was not coming from some mysterious, electromagnetic-containing microprocessor located in an underground bunker, but rather from a fire detector indicating low battery. So I got out my baseball bat from underneath my bed, and I started swinging at the detector like it was a piñata. Just kidding. I got up on a chair and disconnected it and got the battery replaced. After doing this, all I can say is Bob Villa better watch out. You can't stop me, you can only hope to contain me...
On another note, my brother, Phineas, who is a regular on this board, is in the hospital right now having his appendix removed. I would ask everyone to please keep him in your prayers for a safe and speedy recovery. I told him that it was okay to have his appendix removed, and maybe even his index, but that nobody had better lay a hand on his glossary...
My wife sells jewelry! Treat yourself to some bling!
I am an Amazon.com Affiliate, and I warmly invite you to shop using my store!
Try Amazon Prime 30-Day Free Trial
Join HBO Free Trial
Try Amazon Prime 30-Day Free Trial
Join HBO Free Trial
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
So, he's no longer got an appendix, but he could always add an epilogue.
Ha, ha, ha! That is EXACTLY my kind of sense of humor. This is what happens when your mother is an English teacher. On an unrelated note . . . did you hear the Pope has the bird flu? He got it from a cardinal. I am so pathetic.
Post a Comment