Ham N Egz

bayoubill
George, if Bapu ever makes it down let's take him to Charlies Seafood in Springfield

Agreed my friend, why wait for Bapsi we should go pig out on seafood

It would be an excellent OJT opportunity for us, when he does come, to sample the menu for further reference to give him guidance on the proper and most enjoyable features of the Chef's expertise!  
 hopefully by the time he gets here I still live here and the CH exists 

Hi,
 
Quietest and least boring birthday I have ever had! I wonder if it will even quieter when I'm gone!

craigb
 

So were the French and we all know how that turned out.
 
 
                                              
 
I hope your birthday was happy, Hammy.
 
 

Until now, you could pretend you're not old, saying things like "I'm X years young!", "You're only as old as you feel", "I'm still a kid at heart", etc.
 
But once you hit 65, nobody's buying it anymore. Kids at retail stores assume you've never seen a computer before. The teenage barista at Starbucks holds up the cups to make sure you know the difference between "small" and "large". To your own amazement, you start demanding the senior discount at the movies. You discover that the AARP magazine has some good articles in it. You start telling yourself that at least you look better than Keith Richards, while quietly acknowledging that he's actually only slightly older than you.
 
WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL! 

Eventually, you no longer hear the words, "No one wants to hear you talk about the old days," because talking to yourself has become socially acceptable. Let's face it. You're far better company for yourself than anyone realizes. Who cares what anyone else thinks? So what if your landline telephone has a dialpad the size of a '65 VW bus? It's nobody's business if half of your daily diet consists of pills from a color coordinated daily dispenser you can't open. If you want to schedule a few hours in the afternoon to teach the youngsters how to use the sidewalk instead of crossing your lawn, that's up to you. Those young punks look like they got to eat at least twice this week and they probably didn't have to walk 13 miles to school through 12 feet of snow uphill both ways before coming home to put in a good 16 hours of work on the farm.
 
Where was I? Oh, right. The Government. Where are you going? Never mind. Head's probably turned to mush with all of that Hippity Hop music. Sounds like noise to me. Back in the old days, we had better noise. Where's my Jell-O? Hey! Get off of my lawn! In my day, we had real punks. Hang on. My calculator watch is flashing 12:00. Why are these buttons so small? Back in the old days, we didn't need watches. You got up, went outside and worked until you died. That's how you knew it was time to stop. Has anyone seen my glasses? What? On my what? 
 
Where was I?

Words of wisdom Bubba, words of wisdom

Wanna do some antacid?

King_Windom
Wanna do some antacid?

Shame! SHAME! In the Coffee House, no less!
 
No Beacan for you!

HBD! .... the birthday that will not stop huh? (What's it like... I'll be there in January. Are you old now?) shhh
 
J