Oh Que!

I think I might currently own just about exactly the right number of socks.

I've never really given it much thought or intent to own a particular number of socks. At times I have clearly not had enough socks on hand because I can't make enough matches to make it through the week. Which of course send you out to go buy some more.

At other times, I clearly had far too many. That usually happened when I was traveling a lot found myself short on socks, would buy a half a dozen or so, come home, throw them in the laundry with the rest, until, before you know it, you have 50 or 100 pairs of socks which is an interminable matching task.

Lately, I notice them piling up in the corner before running out, wash them, and find it quick and eady to match 'em up with no old maids left.

In other news, the big bag o' peanut MuhNemUhNems is not no nine servings.
 
I wouldn't go so far as to say I live in car thief central but there are plenty of individuals with an interest in Hondas in my neighborhood. I don't worry too much about it because with my stock ride height and general dilapidated appearance it doesn't appear like I have anything under the hood worth stealing. Which I actually do. Slap fifteen lbs of boost on a stolen ZC and go to the races.

I zipped down to the nearby mercado for milk and another pouch of enchilada sauce because I can't find the one I just bought. I couldn't have been in more than 10 minutes.

I come out to the nearly empty parking lot and my Honda is quite obviously not where I parked it. In near panic, I look next to each of the few vehicles that might be hiding it, even though I distinctly remember where I parked it and having climbed out the window Dukes of Hazzard style because I'm having some trouble with that door lock and haven't got around to replacing it with a new door latch that came in the mail months ago.

As I only look towards the Escape Route that the apparent thieves would have taken I see my car sitting there looking smug. It is just to the side of the entrance to the parking lot. Nowhere near where I parked it. No way would I have parked it anywhere close to where it was sitting.

As my eyes follow the straight line from where I parked it to wear it now is, I suddenly realize that I hadn't set the park brake and must have bumped it out of gear when I climbed out.
 
I'm waiting Her friend to get off work so that I can give him a ride home and while I waited I went for a walk and ended up in a nearby neighborhood park. There are people here late at night and doing what I assume is Pokemon go.

be nice if that game does for exercise and getting out of the house what the Harry Potter series of books did for a generation of new readers.
 
Although my Maserati does 185, we need'nt watch for Ferraris when we do drive. . .

I believe there are more Maserati, (what is the plural of Maserati?), Porsches, and BMWs in this city of 7 million than there are in the whole of Australia.
 
Maserati works as a plural, the single 'I' ending is the Italian masculine plural ( for words ending in o in regular words) so panini, for example IS the plural, you go for panini for your friends, and eat a panino.

of course, of course of course..xi xi and grazie Senorita or whatever...
 
This will prove useful, should I find myself with two Maserati that go 185.

Life's been good to me so far... Just not quite that good
 
some numpty trying and failing to argue economics with me searched through my posts, saw the above comment from the Joe Walsh lyrics about my Maserati Does 185 and thinks that I am actually claiming that I own a Maserati that goes 185.

I have lost my license in the past, but now I do drive.

You have to know that anyone who would think that someone else would seriously claim on the internet to own a Maserati is just the kind of guy to make ridiculous claims himself.
 
I'm getting braver, eh? I'm not allowed ( now would I want) a full fave AV. But I have been trying the partials occasionally. I mDe an hour with that one. I did one for about a minute the other day and panicked but this one, though I think less 'nice' maybe, lasted the hour.

Edit: or were you merely commenting on my dire need for lip balm? :D

I was soooo happy I yelled at the Canadian....look how gorgeous she is!
 
Ack, the photo I sent you first is nicer, no? I took some ones I don't hate last week actually. :). That hasn't happened for YEARS. They are full face so I cannot put them here.

I think every photo of you is gorgeous! I did not share th one you sent me with anyone though....
 
Ah, thank you.( both for the compliment and the loyalty.) I think affection makes people seem more attractive. :rose: I guess you can show the Canadian ( though he is probably just smiling and nodding to please you Dearest;)) . :heart: Dave has Seen it too, a couple of others.;). Not to prove I do not have sharpie on my forehead though. To people I felt already knew it and had shared with. :D

Yes, to what you say about affection: affection makes everything rosier, and perhaps even makes one see people through and through-- how they really are.
 
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