Ddys Is Leaving Me

I had to shush my wife on Thursday when I was trying to listen to the radio and she wouldn't speak to me for two whole hours.

doing my part in the quest to get to page 6.

page 6 of the NY Post is the gossip column, perhaps we should skip to page 7

Speechless here too. Hugs to both of you.

anyone who has spoken to diane and dys in the last couple of days know for sure what's going on ?
don't hold back any news !
hbg

uh oh, -----what did she spend those two hours doing?

Did you hear any sounds of chemicals being mixed together?
Were her first words to you, "Here, darling, have a cuppa?"

How's your vision and hearing this morning?

I said " HOW'S YOUR VISION AND HEARING THIS MOOOORNNINGGGGG!!!?"

joe(too late I fear)nation

I don't think it was chemicals, Joe. McTag's posts are never more than borderline comprehensible.

Seriously, though, I hope that both Diane and Dys are okay.

This is actionable, a dastardly slur. Any more of that, and I will set my wife on you.

Are you going into senior housing?

Dys is exhausted from his involvement in a love quadrangle with Diane, Osso and BBB. The poor guy has merely worn himself out and can't keep up anymore.

Poor baby.

Best answer so far, and I think, everyone should stick with it!

Wait a minute...

Blueveinedthrobber you can't be serious, I have the healthiest respect for all those ladies.

My parents (dad and step-mother) always had a good relationship. She was just crazy about him, but the older they got the more they argued. When he was 80 something he hit her with the phone and she called the police. Gads, they came out, got him and took him to jail, or wherever they go. My brother picked him up there, took the poor baby home.

Eventually, they got to where they couldn't manage their combined illnesses, so her niece arranged to have them in a nursing home. I called them from Michigan a lot. The nurses said he raced up and down the halls in his wheelchair (he was 90). At first they were in sepaarate rooms but he would sneak in her room at night and crawl in bed with her. There was really nothing much wrong with him except he could hardly hear or see but she had such a bad, achey sore knee that she couldn't walk .

So, they got to share a bedroom you wouldn't believe. Cherry furniture, oriential rugs, nice pictures on the walls. They never had much, but both had social security and he had a pension

Dad eventually died from pneumonia at age 96, she later of heart disease.

But, well, I think dys will come home, and he better hurry. Lovely Diane may find someone else. Dys ain't the only fish in the sea -- or something like that.

Thanks for sharing that, you have an amazing talent for empathy as well as insight.

MY empathy and insight
cause me to suspect
that u r the re-incarnation of Thutmose III: by Divine Right, Faro of ALL Egypt, Lord of the Nile.



The resemblance is uncanny.

Faro, a card game
Faroes, an archipelago in the North Atlantic
Pharoah, a ruler of ancient Egypt
Phooey, some crazy nonsense

I heard that the Phooey was a French warship in the 1700s.





David

He can play faro,
while he is floating on the Nile, Lording over it.

I have a hunch that Gus
is the re-incarnation of his Grand Visier (or at least of his Pretty Good Visier).