Doesn’t that just sound like a spoiled brat?
What would happen to the world if God decided to do that? Just up and retire.
If you’re God’s representative on Earth, you can’t retire, it’s a lifetime commitment. You retire at the wheel; you can’t just jump out of the car.
And, he still gets to be a cardinal. What tomfoolery is this? He should be ex-communicated for deserting millions of adherents.
Lixo is lying on the living room floor. As I passed through to get my umpteenth coffee of the morning, I spoke to him; Oh da poor puddy tat lying on da floor,” to which he looked up had a big stretch and lay down to sleep again. Life can be so tiring.
Yesterday was Monday. I did warn you. SNAFU was right. About the hour which I was expecting ex & co, I was at the botequim to greet them. That’s a lie, I was there for the beer; my phone rang. Ex – “Had an unexpected visitor, can we make the ‘dead cow’ experience tomorrow?” What could I say, “No, sod off!”? So the ‘dead cow’ experience will be today, I’m such a softie.
Fifth beer and joined the crowd at the BBQ.
Then I thought about the cold wine in the fridge…
Chilean Sauvignon-Blanc, actually, the thinking was a split second, the drinking took a little longer.
Crisp and dry, ideal for a scorcher.
Got another bottle in the fridge for today. Ex won’t drink it, she only likes sweet wines. Still got that Italian bubbly that I never opened on New Years Eve in the fridge, that may just meet a similar fate.
Lixo still lying on the living room floor. He has rolled over, that must have taken some effort.
Last night all the TV programmes were stuffed up. Earlier than normal, shorter than normal, so they could show Big Brother Brazil (stupid effin’ unreality show) before televising the Grupo Especial parades at the Sambôdromo. They could have knocked BBB on the head and let us see the normal programmes.
Lots of people, noise, colour and skin.