I did all the Chicago Tribune crosswords in ink. So did my Dad. Except the one they’d put in the Sunday magazine. That one required considerable thought.
Yep. Find the lyrics, listen to it sung/sing it yourself, earworm gone. And there might have been a pleasant or hilarious incidence of realizing you got the lyrics wrong!
Guys and gals can be awful jerks & blame multitudinous break-ups on the other person. And, guys & gals both can have pre-set ideals & fall apart when the mate doesn’t meet the criteria. Realism & fantasy are worlds apart & some people are just nooo goood at knowing the difference!
A long time ago, I saw a bumper sticker (remember them???)
“I Didn’t Fight My Way To The Top Of The Food Chain To Chew Grass!”
Never did get one for myself. Now, my body has dictated that most of my protein has to come from animal products not vegetable products. Oh, well, that’s life. I ain’t eating daisies, but I’m not pushin’ ’em up, either!
Can you please not bring politics into everything!?!?!? Toby is exhibiting wisdom faaarrr beyond his years, let us celebrate his wisdom & leave the “politicking” to the editorials page!!!
BTW, this is the version my Dad taught me, taught to him by his Scottish & English Mom, who was raised in Liverpool, England. (Her name was Beatrice Regina, so, you know which side the family loyalties were set upon.)
Nope muchly prefer the beach. I agree with Sheldon Leonard, pools & hot tubs are just human soup kettles.