Looking into the Crystal Ball
At dinner, one of the Limelettes asked to borrow some money. I asked what had happened to the babysitting money she had earned not long ago. She told me she had spent it all. I suggested perhaps a bit of discipline and learning to save a bit would be wise.
At this point, Limelet #3 chimed in and announced he had $48 of birthday money in his wallet. Keep in mind his birthday was in September. I commented enthusiusastically that he'd never be in debt if he keept being able to save money like that.
It was more than Limelette #1 could bear and she retorted, 'Yeah, that's because he'll decide to live in a one room apartment with a lawn chair and bathe in the sink at the gas station!'
At this point, Limelet #3 chimed in and announced he had $48 of birthday money in his wallet. Keep in mind his birthday was in September. I commented enthusiusastically that he'd never be in debt if he keept being able to save money like that.
It was more than Limelette #1 could bear and she retorted, 'Yeah, that's because he'll decide to live in a one room apartment with a lawn chair and bathe in the sink at the gas station!'
posted by lime at
11:29 AM
6 Comments:
Limelette #1, you will be lucky if your brother ever bathes at all, especially when you come over for a visit.... : P
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S, at 5:48 PM
Love it!
I was always better with money than my older sis and would loan her money at 100% interest.
In a loving way though.
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Anonymous, at 12:14 AM
I want to come to dinner at your house - too funny!!!
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Stephanie, at 4:55 PM
Riiiiight?! It's all about perspective. ;)
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DaMasta, at 11:20 AM
Ok it’s time to break out the B.S. machine again and throw a few things out there. I would do it on my blog, but I don’t blog anymore. All I do is once in a while post a few things on blogs I like, and I have always liked yours. I am banning self-blogging, at least until I either get published somewhere or have something worthwhile to write. I guess it’s kind of like cutting off my right hand until I get a girlfriend.
April Fools has got to be fun day around a morgue, cemetery, and an old folks home, (no, they are not all the same thing.) Think of all the fun things you could do, and you don’t even work there.
I thought I cared about the little lady that was kidnapped over in Iraq for a few minutes, until I see that once she was let go she stopped wearing the veil, or is it a burka? Whatever it is, she stopped wearing it. Put it back on girl, put it back on. In fact I know quite a few men and women that should be wearing shrouds of some type, myself included. Most folks should not go to nudist camps, while other folks should not have any part of their body’s nude ever (even in the shower,) including their faces. I have been thinking of getting Brando’s old fat clothes, just to hide the horror when I go out in pubic, and public for that matter.
If a person in real life ever has the audacity to ask me about American Idol, I will kill them, their parents, and every person they have ever conversed with about that silly show. I’m sure no one will convict me, unless I get that goofy brit on the show, what is his name…simon…sermon…whatever..either way there will be no mount(ing) going on. American Idol reminds me of a poor version of the Gong Show. Ahhh…between Chuck and Benny Hill…all the good TV is dead…..
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Read This, at 7:57 PM
Sounds like some convo at my dinner table ! hehe
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Breazy, at 9:47 PM
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