Leaving The Seat Up . . .

I had planned to sleep in this morning, I really did. But Karma had other ideas.

Turns out that just because Jan’s not here, doesn’t mean that Miss Karma doesn’t still plan on being fed at 7:30am like Jan does every morning. So her patience finally ran out  about 9:30, and she jumped up on the bed and started BITING me.

One of the first things I did this morning (after feeding Karma) was try to get Jan out of Jury Duty. It seems like every year or so one of us gets a jury summons from Harris County. And we haven’t lived here since 2008.

The only thing I was able to do was to ask from disqualification due to not residing in Harris County. But I’ve done this before, and it never sticks. So I’ll probably have to just do it again next time.

I started to order something from Amazon this afternoon and have it delivered to my client’s office for working on his system. With 2 Day Prime delivery I figured it would be there on Thursday so I could use it Friday. And Amazon said it would be delivered on Thursday, but on September 14th, not September 7th.

So I guess they’re still having problems with delivery to this area. We’ll see.

Looks like our forecasted cooler weather is coming through tomorrow right on schedule. Today’s high here in Conroe was 91 with tonight’s low of 68°. But then tomorrow’s high is only 84 and tomorrow night we’re looking at 58°.

Then day temps in the 80’s for at least the next week.

So Fall is here early?

A couple of microwave updates.

Concerning the tabletop Frigondas unit that both cooks and freezes, one reader says his already does this. It’s easy, he said. He just turns the the wall plug around and run the microwave in reverse. Works every time, he said.

Ya’ll give it try and let me know how it works. My microwave just completely fixed itself and I don’t want to annoy it anymore.

I mentioned the other day how I had worked on it and fixed a persistent problem, but the light stayed on all the time. But since it worked now, I was going to just leave well enough alone.

Well, that worked out great, because I noticed this morning that now the light is going off and on just like it’s supposed to.

There seems to be a theory among wives that as soon as we slide that wedding band on her finger, our I.Q. drops 50 points and we are no longer able to feed and clothe our selves, by ourselves. Instead we can now only function under our wife’s detailed guidance and instruction.

Now in one way or the other, I’ve been taking care of myself since I went off to military school when I was 15. And from then until I met Jan almost 4 years later, I managed to feed, bathe, and dress myself, by myself, without anyone’s assistance.

I’ve washed my own clothes, ironed my own clothes (yes, I can iron) and even bought my own clothes. But by Jan’s reckoning, I’m completely unable to take care of myself for the 3 days that she will be gone. So I got detailed instructions on every bit of food in the refrigerator, how to prepare it,  and how many seconds to set the microwave for. And even down to where the salt and pepper are in the cabinet.

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It’s amazing I can even breathe on my own. Of course with Jan gone, I can leave the seat up . . . on purpose.

Thought for the Day: 

Civilizations collapse slowly, then all at once.



4 Responses to Leaving The Seat Up . . .

  1. Mary Burge says:

    So,Mr I can do it myself, how do you plan to season your words when you eat them?

    • gregwhite says:


      I use a little salt, a lot of pepper, and some sirracha sauce. LOL

      Thanks for reading our blog. We appreciate your comments.


  2. Tom Cheshire says:

    Your absolootly (as Rocky Balboa would say) right. I tell young men that their future brides tell them now how smart they are, like the way they dress, all of their friends, love their hobbies, and the food they eat. Until they say “I do”. It’s a total reversal. Not only has your I.Q. dropped below abbynormal your wearing disgusting rags not fit to be in the public, you have to stop being around your useless lazy friends, that the Tuesday or whatever day your hobby is has got to end because you need to spend that quality time with her, and finally your diet sucks the big one. No more steak & eggs or fried taters,it’s more salads and the things she eats. Tofu want the flu salad. Yogurt sandwiches. No more fantastic deer sausages or back strap chicken fried steaks. Where has man’s humanity gone! Sad, very sad. That’s why I do whatever and whenever I want to. Because when she leaves the house I am da king. Whoahhh!!!😈😲😨😂😁😀

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