Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22885 – 999
Here’s the haps:
From my vast and overflowing collection, I have selected this baker’s dozen for you. I’m working on a couple of other projects and somewhat neglecting the blog. You may, possibly, benefit in the long run. By the projects or by my neglecting the blog is, perhaps, debatable.
These are great. When my kids were little they use to put my keys in their toy cars. That meme had me me laughing 🤣 😂
I cracked up over that one because I was late for formation because I couldn’t find the keys. My daughter (maybe 2 or 3 at the time) had put them in the cupboard with the pots and pans.
Haha 😄
Oh my 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Grandma, what big teeth you have…in the glass next to your bed.😂🤣😂🤣
My wife loved the time I got her a new garbage can for the kitchen.
Oh, mine loved it when I got her a new vacuum cleaner. But I also got her other things as well.
Well, me too. But sometimes practical gifts mean a lot more
Reminds me of the guy that noted (maybe you) that research has indicated women who are overweight women live much longer than the men who point this out. 😂
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One Christmas I got a gardener’s transplant spade. Best gift ever.
Practical is cool. Especially if it’s for something you enjoy doing.
These are great! Good luck with the projects. I’ve been quite neglectful of my blog for several months. My hip thing threw me off and I need to get recommitted!
It happens to all of us. I hope you do get recommitted because I enjoy your blog.
Thanks, Herb. I plan to in time.
Drinking out of the hose and eating stuff that fell on the floor helped me develop the immunities to live a long life!
Me too!
You would not believe how close to truth you are when you talk about “high powered rifle and pistols” made of wood and branches. For many of the battles fought in the 20th century, half of the soldiers didn’t have real weapons and had to carry imitation guns. Well at least in the novels I used to read and in the part of the world I am familiar with…
That’s a strange and disturbing piece of information. Sometimes all you can say is, “wow.”
I completely lack the kind of bravery required to crack jokes when the Mrs is angry at me.
Discretion is the better part of valor, I think.