Several things have happened this week that I deeply regret.
One of them is not passing on the long, weekend ride. A man has to know his limits and, lacking any sort of law-enforcement guys nearby, sometimes has to set those limits himself.
One thing I deeply regret is misusing my McDonald’s coupons. I go to McDonald’s a lot (the one I go to is the best one in the entire chain, I’m certain) and recently decided to make use of coupons I’d received in a flier. One of the coupons was for a free deluxe coffee and a hash brown and I made use of that coupon Tuesday. Of course, I told the counter person to keep the hash brown as they aren’t all that good for you. Wednesday when I went to use my coupons I noticed I had one for a free coffee only. Despite the fact hash browns aren’t good for a person I’ll let Jack, my middle child with very clean arteries, eat them; I could have used the free coffee/hash brown coupon for his benefit one day.
Earlier in the week, when listing four movies I could watch over and over, I said: Anything in which Debbie is Doing a major metropolitan area. And I’m kidding about that. I deeply regret that statement and wish I would have said: Anything in which Debbie is Doing a major metropolitan area, but I can only watch those 20 minutes at a time and need a 30-minute intermission between viewings. I think that would have been funnier and might have been funniest had I been able to work a popcorn reference in with it.
I don’t deeply regret, but I’m a tad uncomfortable with the whole older guy/younger gal dating bit of a few days ago. I think I’ve demonstrated that I’m no one to be giving dating advice. If you’re 50 and you’ve recently complained to your pals that you haven’t had any in a week because your girlfriend is busy rushing a sorority, well, more power to you.
Finally, I deeply regret that I can’t bring myself to tell you a story about my the wonder that is my belly button. I’m afraid I might be growing up. If anybody is wondering, it’s an innie… but that isn’t the wonder.
[Ah. I'm just the least bit sorry I didn't title this: "Things for Which I'm Sorry."]
For the record, I never pictured you as being ‘that’ much older than me. I’m 27. Hrm. I’m also one of the married women you so kindly included.
Anyway… The belly button mention really is a tease. tisk tisk
::: coffee spray :::
Great morning post !
Innie here …. now go ahead, finish the story.
I laughed out loud (LOL!) at your Debbie joke on Monday, and think that it’s perfect just as it is! Sometimes the simpler, cleaner joke is best.
Yeah go on…what’s the belly-button story?? I think Sue maybe just either made your day (you not seeming so much older than 27!!!) OR scared you to death – you have stories older than her (and you know I’m just jealous, 27 was a long time ago for me too!)
Your gravatar stuff is still broken. I suggest that you entirely delete something from your M$OS and reinstall it. You know that it will take less time and be less painful than you think (and than whatever you’re thinking about doing).
I think you need a stiff drink. Or a giant coffee. Or a nap. Whichever works for you =)
Sue: You know, I don’t feel as old as the calendar says I am.
Nancy: All the cool kids have innies. Of course, the second coolest have outies. I could have been in a third group; which I would have called ‘super cool.’
Dave: You have a point. The Stooges always kept it simple and clean and they are timeless.
Pen: Oh … 27 was half as long ago for you as it was for me. And you’re right, some of the best stories I have start, “It was about 27 years ago …”
IcyMt: Never a bad idea, but, it’s Linux.
Lisa: A stiff drink sounds good right now. I should have picked up some beer on the way home. (I know, beer isn’t in the ‘stiff drink’ category, but I got things to do.)
Hahaha @ Pen!! I certainly hope I made his day!
Delmer, you have very young and vibrant soul, and your writing showcases that!
I actually laughed at the 50 year old complaining… and I too would be the last one giving out dating advice, and yet I do just that all the time.
For some reason I’m never remembered when I try to post a comment, even though I select yes on ‘Remember’ me every time.
I wonder if Debbie regrets any of the major metropolitan areas. I’m not sure. But, I think areas of Debbie might…
I have a “27 years”, too. I haven’t dated in 27 years … and I wasn’t any good at it. So, if I ever give out dating advice, you should consider it up there with some of Curly’s best lines.
Sue: It’s good to know that refusing to grow up, at least mentally, is paying off by keeping my soul free of crows feet.
Susue: Remember Me is busted for some folks. A little bit of me thinks it might be non-RoadRunner users as the RoadRunner users *I know about* are remembered. I’m always remembered, so It’s hard for me to troubleshoot. Sorry.
Vanessa: You know, the other day Missy asked of the British still had “Ha Ha’s” and for just a second I thought it was a pretty bold thing to ask (and then I went to Wikipedia and found out a “Ha Ha” was a sort of fencing-off thing.) Anyway, I’m guessing, like you I think, that Debbie by have a tender hoo-hoo at the end of a day of shooting. Especially if the director needed multiple takes from multiple angles. (It is an art form, after all, and you’d want everything perfect to make sure you tell the story you want told.)
Rob: My Stoogeology may not be up-to-date but, if I’m not mistaken, Curly got more ladies than Moe, Larry, Shemp and Joe combined.
It seems women love a goon “Nyuck nyucking” every once in a while.
Holy crap. That’s all I have to say!