This friend of mine told me all about his friend whose wife was always talking about her ex-husband. I told him not to worry so much, as he should be thankful that she isn't talking about her next husband.
When I went on my honor flight to Washington, when we came back to Mitchel Field, there were 5,000 people waiting to honor us. When it was all quiet a little later, my fellow soldier honoree was asked by his granddaughter, innocently, “Grandpa, did you ever kill anyone while in service?”
He looked at her and said, "Probably yes, maybe I did."
And then he turned to me and said, "Yes, I probably did kill someone, as I was the company cook."
Wife June has certain "helpless" periods in her life. Like when her nail polish is drying.
I went to Marquette High School, and I should not brag too much, but I can still fit into my earrings that I wore back then.
My grandchildren are really into playing a variety of sports and games, such as tennis, basketball, baseball, chess and football, but recently that all came to a screeching stop as their PlayStation broke.
Being married to wife June I can tell really easily by what she says when I come home, exactly what mode she is in.
Here are the four different greetings:
"You look horrible in that sweater,” or
"I'll get dinner soon," or
"What do you want for dinner?" or
"Honey, would you want a glass of wine with your dinner?"
I hate life insurance salesmen, and doubly hate all the mail they send. However, at my advanced age, maybe they are trying to tell me something, as they used to send me calendars, but now the calendars are sent one month at a time.
In the service, I had to take advantage of the system, as they always had "coffee breaks," and I didn't drink coffee. So I tried it and almost went blind, as I left the spoon in the cup.