I watch and read this riveting and highly intellectual debate from the sidelines. It's not that I am unwilling to participate, it's just that I have gobs of Lance Toast peanut butter filling on my fingers and can't type. I tried to repair to the bathroom to wash my hands but when I finally was able to "drop and roll" out of my Lazy Boy, then stand and start to walk, (with a measure of difficulty clearing away Lance wrappers, empty beer bottles, etc.), my socks became so embedded with Lance Toast crumbs that I was unable to maintain my balance and down I went. My efforts to get up have proven unsuccessful as my faithful hound Otis, who is also a Lance Toast fan, is tugging on my socks in order to carry them back to his mat to savor their thick Lance crust at his leisure. It is sooo frustrating to have to ask the missus to type these words; especially when I must narrate from a thrashing, prone position with Otis still in full attack mode. It is a shame that I am unable to express my opinion on your ever-changing post submissions; especially given my elevated IQ (second only to Jeopardy winner Paul Rouffa....but I digress); please try to maintain until I am at liberty to assist. Meanwhile I wait and worry that the level of respect and admiration my missus carries for me might be adversely affected by all of this.....which is all Otis' fault when you think about it.
I am SO sorry to hear this Jack! Falling at any age is problematic but once into senior years, it can mitigate good health for the rest of your life.
Not certain that a cane would have helped you through that toast dust and a walker would, no doubt, have been even more useless. I hope you, and/or Otis, can find a cure to all this. Perhaps eating less Lance....even as I say this, I realize how ridiculous I sound. Carry on, wayward son!
We lament your circumstances with you and sympathize, all aware that one day there will be no Lance Toast crumbs left to encumber us. Will that be a day of celebration or grief?
We lament your circumstances with you and sympathize, all aware that one day there will be no Lance Toast crumbs left to encumber us. Will that be a day of celebration or grief?
I believe that depends on whether you ask my missus or me and Otis.
I watch and read this riveting and highly intellectual debate from the sidelines. It's not that I am unwilling to participate, it's just that I have gobs of Lance Toast peanut butter filling on my fingers and can't type. I tried to repair to the bathroom to wash my hands but when I finally was able to "drop and roll" out of my Lazy Boy, then stand and start to walk, (with a measure of difficulty clearing away Lance wrappers, empty beer bottles, etc.), my socks became so embedded with Lance Toast crumbs that I was unable to maintain my balance and down I went. My efforts to get up have proven unsuccessful as my faithful hound Otis, who is also a Lance Toast fan, is tugging on my socks in order to carry them back to his mat to savor their thick Lance crust at his leisure. It is sooo frustrating to have to ask the missus to type these words; especially when I must narrate from a thrashing, prone position with Otis still in full attack mode. It is a shame that I am unable to express my opinion on your ever-changing post submissions; especially given my elevated IQ (second only to Jeopardy winner Paul Rouffa....but I digress); please try to maintain until I am at liberty to assist. Meanwhile I wait and worry that the level of respect and admiration my missus carries for me might be adversely affected by all of this.....which is all Otis' fault when you think about it.
I am SO sorry to hear this Jack! Falling at any age is problematic but once into senior years, it can mitigate good health for the rest of your life.
Not certain that a cane would have helped you through that toast dust and a walker would, no doubt, have been even more useless. I hope you, and/or Otis, can find a cure to all this. Perhaps eating less Lance....even as I say this, I realize how ridiculous I sound. Carry on, wayward son!
The "less Lance" consideration is not in the cards whatsoever but, being a problem solver, I am considering consuming Lance Toast in my Lazy Boy only when barefoot. By the way, when I was thrashing about in my dressing gown trying to shake off Otis, the missing tv remote tumbled from my butt crack! You know....if you look hard enough at any situation there will always be a silver lining.
Hey, I like crackers. I rarely eat them but I'd eat one before I'd eat a cookie - I just don't eat sweets. But 'moral high ground'? I'll have you know, my good fellow, That I live above sea level - that's moral and high enough for me! AND, a cracker is a cracker, whether schmeered with peanutty butter or cheesy cheese or dog food pate! AND a cookie is a cookie and never the twain shall meet - unless it is HO scale. (?????????????) Sorry; must be time for my nap...........
do we really needs to drag man`s best friend into this Tony ?
This convoluted diatribe comes to you through a generous grant from Lance Crackers
....."the ones grampa always passed out at church" reaching into his trouser pockets,rejecting one and another packet until at last.the perfectly wrapped specimen was produced
.....missed a response? unwrap a few Lance chee-bops, and catch up with the family dog in rapturous toe
@jack-dodds ...........Otis needs to eat especially after dark
ok lemmy run this by you....the La-z-Boy Bird Feeder......remove the footrest,drop in the La-z-Bird......when an impressive crumb level has
been attained,simply remove the La-z-Bird....take it out back,snap it directly to the fence rail and let the birds have at it
That is not a bad idea JayBee but I would definitely secure it with duct tape for the best results. I guarantee a pterodactyl could chow down on it and no breakee.
especially after dark