Wet Sleeves...

As summer turns to fall, the temperature is a bit low. After 20 years in Cali I am a sissy. Hence the need for long sleeves. There is a problem I have with long sleeves. When I am washing dishes, the sleeves slip down my arm. I try to slide them back up by rubbing my arm across my side, I use my chin, my nose, my forehead. Without fail I become frustrated and there goes my left hand pushing up the right sleeve - Now I am irritated, my right sleeve has a wet spot - I do not like how it feels. Finally I stop washing, dry my hands and properly roll up my sleeves or take of the long sleeved shirt. (cause you know I have on another layer, it is cold) As I finish dishwashing my mind is chastizing me for having not properly rolled up my sleeves before I began. I don't know why I do such things - then what happens? You know, it has happened to you; the dish that slipped out of your hand splashing water onto the front of the sink and you lean against the sink, what happens? The front of your shirt is wet. Ucky feeling. What is worst? Wooden spoons. Putting your hand into the water and touching a wet wooden spoon. Why do we still have wooden spoons. We don't use two rocks to make fire anymore, can't we get rid of wooden spoons. Goodness they give me the heebie jeebies! (is that really a word? I spelled it phonetically, maybe jeebies should start with a "g" geebies. geebies looks more correct)Anyway, I believe all wooden utensils, or utensils with wooden handles should be thrown away. Why can't popsicles have plastic handles.  I love popsicles! I don't like wooden handles. It is a difficult task eating a popsicle ensuring that no part of the stick touch your mouth or your hand - they use to make popsicles with plastic handles. Remember? The handles were the same color as the popsicle and crisscrossed. Oh, and my goodness I could never buy frozen lemonade at Dodger Stadium or Thrifty ice cream - Why? You know why-that stinking wooden whatchamacallit they gave you to eat it with. No way! I will tell the Dr. you may not put that tongue depressor in my mouth. My tongue will not be happy and I will toss my cookies or knock you upside your head. They don't believe you...the first time - they don't try it a second time. We are weird us human beings - nails on a chalkboard, doesn't bother me - the hum of energy saving light bulbs will make me spin. What for one is humorous for another, tortorous. Go to a garage sale to buy "stuff" someone else just wants gone, even for a quarter. Eileen, Frank, and I went to a garage sale. Everything was so cool - we were literally buying things we did not know what they were but they only cost fifty cents - we'll figure out what to do with them later. Or when you come to our garage sale you might buy them for a dollar! Can anyone else feel the ridge in their socks? Or the wrinkles in their sheets? Yes, we homo sapiens are odd ducks. Isn't it grand? 'Cause once you know someone's weak spot, well you have to hit it. Posting victory pictures because your team beat mine - popping out from around the corner shouting "boo", how silly is that - yet it is funny every time. And the laughter from our silliness is wonderful laughter - laughing like a little kid. Elton had it right..."looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid, I'm still standing." When we laugh looking like a little kid we produce endurance so we are true survivors. Laugh like little kids!