The often dubious, politically incorrect and mainly humorous musings of Ms Jane Turley, Creative Extraordinaire.
It happens to the best of us, Jane. I used to make excuses about the light not being good enough when I struggled to read the paper.In the end, it was a choice between getting glasses or growing longer arms...
I've always fancied being Mr Elastic, Martin. Unfortunately, I can't afford the plastic surgery:)It's depressing getting old - thank goodness for small mercies like alcohol and drugs. (Prescription drugs obviously.)
At least you're one up on me, in that you've actually taken out a package of bread mix.Me, I have an ready-to-make thing of bread, but I can't bring myself to actually bake it.
It's a marginal victory G:) I read the other day that the average woman doesn't learn to bake until age 55 (there's a whole post in that!) which means in about 2015 I will learnt to make gravy without the use of granules:))
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