If it's the same "cold" (or whatever the hell it is) that's been going around out here, it might be that you gave it to him. There was a long (weeks) delay between onset for me and the missus. Could be that it was different bugs, but they behaved exactly the same and, since we've moved to WI, we never have an instance where one of us gets sick and the other one doesn't...
Ha! I always try to be the fly in the ointment.
patiodog wrote:Ha! I always try to be the fly in the ointment.
It's what god intended for you, honey child.
WHERE does that phrase come from, btw?
Which phrase? Honey Chile?
So, the putzoid burnt my sauce pan. I use the sauce pan every morning to make coffee and every night to make tea. It's a good sauce pan. But HE talked about his were so much better for so long, I was surprised to see him using mine all the time now. Anyway. He burnt it. Which I have done, which Dag has done. But we immediately set to work to scrub the pan clean because we use it so much. Just as well, he'll clean it, washing his germy hands in the mean time and I'll use my other sauce pan for my tea.
But NO. Of course this isn't the way things shake out.
He has now just used my second sauce pan for his tea. Did he wash his hands first? Nope. Has he washed his hands all night? No sir!
The fly spoils the ointment.
littlek wrote:The fly spoils the ointment.
I would have thought the ointment would do more harm to the fly.
patiodog wrote:according to
http://www.businessballs.com/clichesorigins.htm
Quote:a fly in the ointment is a very old expression, which derives from the Bible's Old Testament Book of Ecclesiastes 10:1, in which it appears: "Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour; so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honour."
Good doggy!
Now...Sit!
Beg!!!
There you are, a nice biscuit for you.
Want yer tummy tickled?
I am so putting off bathing and getting ready to go out for lunch......
Tell me to stop procrastinating...PLEASE!!!
Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off until the day after tomorrow.
It's saturday morning - not a day to be rushing about!
littlek wrote:It's saturday morning - not a day to be rushing about!
It's 12.42 pm here.
Now...I am bathed.
Do I wear my new flowery skirt?
Or my nice black pants, with my indigo "sweater"?
Definitely the skirt. It looks absolutely lovely on you.
Put on some grubby shorts, go down to the store, pick up a couple of bottles of decent red, grab some crusty bread, soft cheese, and fresh roma tomatoes, return home, retire to balcony.
Tis a day to be playing backgammon in the beergarden of one of your beautifull pubs, brer rabbit.
We have a Giggabazillion people in town cos its easter holidays. Cant move down the street.
she's not a brer, she's a ser
