Retired Irish curmudgeon and part-time pirate. Currently hiding out in Ecuador
Without people like Andy to point the finger at, in religious righteous indignation, the preacher’s sermons would be even more boring than they already are.
We eat a lot of the pilchard’s smaller cousins – sardines – at our house, although they come canned in a tomato sauce. We eat a lot of fresh fish and use the sardines to mix into recipes.
I love herring either pickled or kippered but that’s considered a delicacy and hard to find where I in South America.
Because of the pandemic, the lost cause in most parishes is revenue.
Although, if most churches are like my wife’s, and never want to lose a buck or a parishioner, they’ve devised clever ways to fleece the flock electronically.
Most of this past month’s dailies have been old rehashes of the Mahoney, Goldsmith & Garnett years. Today’s is sans Baloney … er … Mahoney!
Ah, finally Election Day ( Round 2 ) in Ecuador, today. This is where we choose between the Absurd and the Ridiculous. I opted to vote for the Absurd!
Speaking of absurd, our new living room furniture ( 2-piece sectional sofa, matching chaise lounge, a matching hassock, and a small mahogany coffee table ) lasted less than 24 hours before First Maite had to start furiously making slip-covers for the couches and chaise to “protect them” from dust and possible dirt.
Why go to all that time and trouble of picking out fabric, colour, and style of furniture when you’re going to immediately cover it up? I will never understand women!
“…our boy Andy could always turn over a new leaf. "
It would be just as bad! Andy’s copy-book has been dirtied up, long ago.
" How ’bout if I plead just plain stupid?"
That’s called an Alford Plea!
Duly noted! Also: Dooley noted; Dewly noted; Do Lee noted; and Due lee noted!
Sounds vaguely like what a critic said about one of my acting performances.