LOL! That was one of my father’s common habitual sayings, come a chilly day: “It’s colder than a by-gawd out there!”
I always imagined he meant “bigod” and wondered how a Norman family name came to signify something extreme. But…hey…oh well.
Truth to tell, this morning it’s really not that cold out on the back porch. But the high overcast is keeping the sun covered, and so…I think it seems colder than it is.
Swiggling coffee that’s gone cold… I suppose one could bestir oneself to stumble across the room and zap a mugful of the stuff in the microwave, eh?
OMG
and
Arf Arf Arfety Arf!
Here’s Pool Dude, deeply beloved of Ruby the Corgi!
I do NOT know how she knows what day of the week it is and that a given day is Pool Dude’s appointed visiting day. But by gawd, she does. On no other day of the week does she sit by the window, watching and waiting for the guy.
That little dog is so in love with Pool Dude. Why, I have no idea: he seems like an ordinary enough kind of a fella. But…??? Something about the man just delights this dog no end. And when he does show up…omigawd, the frenzy of Dawg Joy!
Oh, well. This uproar bestirs me to get off my duff, stumble into the kitchen, and reheat my mugful of coffee, long gone cold.
And that little journey reminds me that I need to get even further off my duff and make a grocery-store run.
…And… How do I not wanna? Let me count the proverbial ways…