When you invented shaving every morning for men, what were You thinking? I know it was a long time ago and there was a good reason for it at the time. Just help me to understand.
P.S. I have lost 29 lbs this year. Since you don’t follow me on Facebook, you probably hadn’t heard. Pretty good, huh?
Hope the shaving question didn’t make You mad. Not questioning you. I am just curious. I think losing weight has given me more confidence and allowed me to be more assertive. And ask questions I wouldn’t have asked last year when I was heavier.
Let me know on the shaving thing.
And good job on most everything else.
P.P.S. I noticed in pictures of you at church you are carrying a few extra pounds than you probably should at your age. Do you know your BMI? I know we are all very busy, especially You, but we still have to take time to take care of our health. And that goes for You too. Since you don’t shave, maybe you could take those 5 minutes every morning the rest of us guys spend shaving and try running in place. Or doing jumping jacks. You will notice a difference pretty quickly.
Not judging. Just notice others wieght issues more than I used to. A more slimming and darker colored robe might help too. Just a thought.
I just spoke to the guy who is helping us install a new shower in our hone and, after giving him the credit card number and paying, I thanked him for all his time and assistance.
He thanked me and said to keep him posted and let him know how the installation goes and if we are happy with everything.
I thanked him again and said, “When we get everything finished we’d love to have you come over to see it and take a shower in it yourself.”
I love being an over-friendly Southerner –and joking around with people.
When you lie down with dogs…
Is it better to be a deep or shallow person?
I used to be shallow for a deep person
But as I have matured I feel like I have become deep for a shallow person
And I think I like the deep part of the shallow end of the pool better. You don’t have to tread water…and you get to take off the water wings.
My iPhone 6 doesn’t work!! I am so disappointed.
No, no. I don’t mean that it doesn’t work in the “doesn’t function properly” sense. Or that it is bendable or has some sort of software bug.
I mean the iPhone 6 doesn’t work in the larger sense that it failed to make my life feel utterly happy and complete –and to make me more organized, hip and successful than I was without an iPhone 6.
I tested my theory by not telling several people close to me that I now own a iPhone 6 to see if they would comment about the “new me.”
For example, I expected to start getting invited to certain chic parties I hadn’t been invited to before –or having these friends struggle to identify what exactly was different about me now (since they didn’t know about the new phone). Perhaps they would ask me questions like, “Did you get a new haircut recently?” Or “Did you lose even more weight?” Or “Did you just do or buy something that has made you irresistibly fabulous over night?”
Well, none of that happened. In fact, one friend even told me I was irritating because I kept talking about smart phone upgrades hoping he would ask me if I had upgraded recently.
I am thinking of returning my iPhone 6 for being outright defective for not delivering to me that elusive “x factor” or “Je ne sais quois” the iPhone 6 ads seemed to be promising.
On the other hand, maybe I simply got the wrong color and need to exchange my white iPhone 6 for the gold of black models. That has to be what the real problem is.
Otherwise it would mean something is wrong with me. Or that I am going to have to wait for the iPhone 7 to be released.
How can you tell you are doing well on your diet and also behaving in a more mature and self-confident manner?
When, after getting dressed in the morning, you really want to take a selfie and post it on Facebook — but you don’t.
And only write about it in a Facebook post instead.
Sometimes at the end of a long, exhausting and frustrating day, the only thing that really helps me relax is to let out a long stream of cuss words as loudly as I can and to just say ‘em in whatever order they pop into my head and to keep saying ‘em until I’m out of breath from cussing so hard.
Then I’m ready for a light and pleasant evening.