It’s still 2020 for another month.
That should do it.
OK, so here I am, pounding on the buttons of my calculator, trying to break down the number of days left in 2020 into 5-second increments, (because that’s the longest I’ll allow myself to be Depressed about anything anymore, so the button in the pic is highly accurate, and the Anxiety levels we’ll discuss later.)
Which gets me ALL digressed to how many 5-sec increments until Joe takes over, and then I realize I was once assured there would be no Maths involved, here on MPS, and so I want to get all stabby, but my Therapist keeps telling me to “find other outlets,” so that’s outta the picture, and I just don’t know what to do with myself except to have some more gummies.
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the answer is 42.
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At precisely 4:20
I took gummies with me when I went on a quilting cruise in 2015. They saved my life but sweet Haysus Haich Crisco, I hated gummies when I got back. I was glad that no one looked sideways at them in my luggage although I am sure I was not fooling anyone.
I agree with Ten Bears, have a bowl. Why, thank you, I think I will too.
There’s a very nice Quilt Museum in Paducah, KY in case you’ve never been.
Yo momma was a 220 outlet.
at a try-it-before-you-buy-it used appliance store.
Dudes! Sign says “depress” not “outrage”.
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Your cousin Flip is keeping the lights on at NASA and you’re still “Ring for Service” at Motel 6?
Hospital elevator. Same with the button.
Dennis – just smoke a bowl, k?
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Ten Bears – I would, except for the COPD, and the Oxygen. I can’t even vape, my poor lungs are so shot, so cookies and brownies and gummies is what’s on the menu, along with teas & tinctures.
Sorry Button, no gummies for you. (another 5 seconds)
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