My Bouts of Tourettes
A friend was asking about my little trip number two with the Gweat Wooziina Mistwess of Knowwedge. It was quiet. It was laid back. We were able to watch some movies and worked respectively on a couple of Christmas gifts. We were both still upper respiratorilly challenged.
Evidently I was so quiet she asked if I was ok. This is the reason MrP says he talks so much to me and gets me stirred up in the mornings. By the time he leaves I am hopping around ranting about something or other on the news that he has entered into my morning memory banks of things to be upset about. He claims he has to do this because some mornings I am so quiet that he thinks I may be dead and therefore needs to stir up my blood and circulation.
What I found funny was that she found my exclamations about what people on commercials might be thinking, musings and my little Tourettes outbursts were humorous. These are fleeting thoughts and five minutes later I don't remember them and that is why I have trouble writing them down. They are so fleeting as to almost not be a thought. Evidenced by this were her whipping her head around when I made a statement and either saying, "You crack me up" or a headshake.
Examples:
Would that Zesty Garden Relish, (chunks of pickled veggies) that has been sitting in the frig for 8 months make good chopped up relish for sandwiches? And is it still safe to eat it?
Don't ever accidentally wipe your glasses with the same Kleenex you blew your nose on.
It's always a worry that if you exercise more then you will be more hungry.
Can you get your face too clean?
I like wearing old makeup. It's thicker and stays on longer.
Should I do away with old journals? Will they fall into the hands of the wrong people when I die?
We will never hear about the perfect murder. Now think about that one.
Evidently I was so quiet she asked if I was ok. This is the reason MrP says he talks so much to me and gets me stirred up in the mornings. By the time he leaves I am hopping around ranting about something or other on the news that he has entered into my morning memory banks of things to be upset about. He claims he has to do this because some mornings I am so quiet that he thinks I may be dead and therefore needs to stir up my blood and circulation.
What I found funny was that she found my exclamations about what people on commercials might be thinking, musings and my little Tourettes outbursts were humorous. These are fleeting thoughts and five minutes later I don't remember them and that is why I have trouble writing them down. They are so fleeting as to almost not be a thought. Evidenced by this were her whipping her head around when I made a statement and either saying, "You crack me up" or a headshake.
Examples:
Would that Zesty Garden Relish, (chunks of pickled veggies) that has been sitting in the frig for 8 months make good chopped up relish for sandwiches? And is it still safe to eat it?
Don't ever accidentally wipe your glasses with the same Kleenex you blew your nose on.
It's always a worry that if you exercise more then you will be more hungry.
Can you get your face too clean?
I like wearing old makeup. It's thicker and stays on longer.
Should I do away with old journals? Will they fall into the hands of the wrong people when I die?
We will never hear about the perfect murder. Now think about that one.
