People in Libya, hold your horses.
Union in Wisconsin: stand your ground.
Nobody DO anything, because the Oscars are on.
The devotion to the Oscars runs deep in my family. For example, right now my brother has realized that the oozy sores scattered over his torso might be chicken pox. Since he’s in Albuquerque New Mexico, I’m inclined to say Measles. Of course, no one is going to the ER because: Oscar night? The world ends. You had your chance, Libya.
4 responses to “Oscar Night”
So, you’ll tell me at lunch tomorrow who won for what? I totally forgot. I don’t even know who was nominated for what.
Hot Mom – I will. I’ll probably have to look it up, though.
Thank god I can post again. I saw a man sunbathing the other day who had red spots all over him.
Hattie – It’s semi-official, Dave has a pox. The nurse said chicken pox, the doctor won’t be sure until he runs some tests. It just occurred to me that might mean it’s smallpox. I’ll have to plant that in Daves brain tomorrow.