Bad Juju, that’s what it is, very bad Juju.   Deliver me from it.  Those that have talked to me in the last couple of days know what I am talking about.  Due to my high standards of privacy, all I can say is that there’s a certain person whom I wish Karma would take a big bite out of said person’s over-sized caboose.  ‘Nuff said.

     With that off my chest I shall endeavor to lighten the mood. 

     Lately, The Curmudgeon has been cuddling Patty in the ‘hand puppet position’…while  cuddling her thusly, he’s been telling her the world’s worst jokes.

     Most are so bad I can’t help but groan or, if worse than bad, giggle like a fool at them.  Please, please, please keep me laughing my dear, dear Curmudgeon!  If it weren’t for the laughter I’d be locked away in the funny farm.

     You all have a good one.