I’m not sure I can tell you what month it is, let alone what day. Except I know when it’s Sunday because there’s no mail carrier bringing me books and stuff.
That’s true here, too, even if the Rams did leave us. I’ll be happy when the season starts next week. Since the Rams left, I’ve pretty much been a Chargers fan. Doesn’t look like Buffalo is expected to do real well this season, but you can always hope!
You, too. Now to leave my site of labor!
Don’t know what the picture is because I’m only getting a blank space so far.
Again, the WORDPRESS gremlins are up to their old tricks, Jeff. There was a sexy graphic there last night. This morning…a blank. I’ll try again.
Likewise. But I’m guessing there will be a pic of an attractive woman soon.
Have I become so predictable, Drongo?
My least favorite holiday-signaling the end of summer, which is heavy going where we both live.
Our classes started last week, Patti. I’m already in the trenches.
Ah, that’s more like it!
Patti, Jackie felt that way every year until retirement. Now it’s just another day. Ask Diane Kelley.
Since her retirement, Diane says, “Every day is Saturday,” Jeff. I’m sure Jackie agrees.
When you find yourself saying “what day is it today?” and it’s as likely to be Wednesday as Saturday you know you’re where you want to be.
Diane claims that I have to keep working so she can figure out what day it is by my work schedule, Jeff. But…I’m not buying that logic.
I’m not sure I can tell you what month it is, let alone what day. Except I know when it’s Sunday because there’s no mail carrier bringing me books and stuff.
Around Western NY, Rick, Fall Sundays mean NFL football.
That’s true here, too, even if the Rams did leave us. I’ll be happy when the season starts next week. Since the Rams left, I’ve pretty much been a Chargers fan. Doesn’t look like Buffalo is expected to do real well this season, but you can always hope!