You can’t use it, but I blog about every Monday so technically it is useful.
At least to me.
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My husband is a Vietnam vet and said the peaches and pound cake were the only edible things in MRE’s. The food was so bad he and his men scrounged, traded and pilfered the leftover WWII C rats from supply and far preferred them even though they were over two decades years old.
Now that’s bad.
(And by rats I mean rations, not actual rats. Although with the government, you never know. )
I didn’t think it was possible to eat that many beans, but okay.
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I wish the media would stop saying things like this. They’re not unrecognizable, they’re older. It happens to all of us who reach a certain age. Things sag, they wrinkle. Get over it.
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I’ve been married to a Marine for 41 years. I’m well versed in the meaning of Snafu.
Because it’s Monday, and that’s how we start the week around here.
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Proof there’s a little sunshine behind every dark cloud.
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Adult camp?
Hell no. I hated it as a kid and I was way more sociable then.
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Talk about an embarrassing 911 call.
Geesh.
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Oh my god, no.
My husband and I visited a nude beach in France years ago (both wearing bathing suits thank you very much) and believe me when I say it wasn’t pretty. We saw more naked grandmas and grandpas than anyone should ever see. A cruise ship of naked all you can eat buffet loving passengers? That’s the voyage of the damned right there.
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Can you guess who it is?
Answer in comments…
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I take it back, this was the most embarrassing 911 call ever.
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I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that man is single.