You know you're getting older when you don't want to party anymore.
::points:: old man.
Join the club. We've got jackets. We sit on the back porch and drink and when our wives ask us what we were talking/thinking about we can honestly answer, "Nothing."
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How about a little Hannukah shindig?
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ReplyDeletefarst - what a lisping engineer does to be hoist
That's too bad. I'm making Christmas cookies today, and was going to ask you over to enjoy some.
ReplyDeleteI think we should train yaer round by going to lots of parties all the time....or not. It's a lot of working out to compensate:)
ReplyDeleteYou know you're getting older when you don't want to party anymore.
ReplyDelete::points:: old man.
Join the club. We've got jackets. We sit on the back porch and drink and when our wives ask us what we were talking/thinking about we can honestly answer, "Nothing."
I'll on the back porch with, Steve.
ReplyDeleteBring us some of those cookies when they're done, willya?
This year both my annual parties ended up on the same day. One was a brunch and the other a causual evening event. Many folks attended both event.
ReplyDeleteDay long marathon eating event. Those of us that attended both went home inbetween and napped.
I'm still full.
And yes, think I'll join you on the porch for another nap. Burp.
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